Melissa lingered at the door for a moment, glancing from Dimitri to Brutus, then to Cliff as he left. The thought crashed down on her again: she was betting her life that these people were worthy of trust. She swallowed dryly and agreed, "Nightfall. See you then," before quietly walking out and making her way down the stairs. She was already working on a mental list of everything she would pack. Normally food would be on the list, but that could be crossed out immediately. Luckily there was water, and some good heavy metal tools, and her contraband knife...and a few raggedy clothes, and that was it, save for feminine hygiene products that couldn't be considered very high-standard.