"Of course, I'll grab some from the kitchens. I'll only be a few minutes," she responded, grateful for something to do.<br/><br/>She walked out the door and turned down a long hallway towards the kitchen. Her shoes echoed against the polished floors, the only noise heard against the walls. At first she thought this lack of noise was eerie, strange, but she grew used to the quiet after a while. It was always so noisy in Alicante, no matter where she would be. Here, she could had to try harder to keep her thoughts from straying too far, but at least she could pretend she were living a normal life at times.<br/><br/>As she entered the kitchen, Eve felt something in the air around her change. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she knew better than to ignore her instincts. She grabbed a knife from one of the counters and kicked her heels off as she made her way to the main hallway. She heard the stranger before she saw him. He was muttering by the doorway, saying something repetitively in a way that sent shivers down her spine. It was that moment she knew she couldn't face him alone. Not without having healed completely.<br/><br/>She rang the alarm hidden behind one of the massive portraits then ran back to the infirmary as quietly as she could and closed the door behind her. Her eyes found Oren and remembered he couldn't walk yet before mentally cursing herself for not having looked for one of the others first.<br/><br/><em>Too late now,</em>she said to herself as she went to one of the closets and pulled out a seraph blade. "There's someone in the Institute. You can't walk and I'm too weak to fight. We have to go."