The oppressive darkness was at least broken by the presence of these two, as though whatever was in the darkness was shying away from them, and Linna felt that she might be safe, for the moment at least, while she was close by to them. Even if she did not know who they actually were or what they were doing here. Such a coincidence, too, but the straw of hope, offered by Jessica when she extended her hand to the frightened girl on the ground, was too good to pass on, and Linna grabbed on to it with fierce possessiveness and a sweaty hand.<br/><br/>"Linna." She states simply, still in her sibilant, frightened whisper. "Books.. they smell.. like food. But something.." she gulps, her eyes venturing out into the darkness, then quickly flicking back to the woman, daring not venture out by themselves again, "Something hunts me. Here at work." Hunts? Why did she use that word? And she was horribly embarrassing herself with the eloquence of her sentences, she knew, but somehow she couldn't seem to form more than a few coherent thoughts at a time, at the moment..