Unlike her partner, Lillah scowled at the morning light. [i]Another sleepless night,[/i] she thought in irritation. Now would have been a good time to take one of her antidepressants, but she didn't want to draw attention to her problem. So she just picked up her bag and bat and grimaced as she followed Bane. When he would stop to check on her, she would just frown at him and motion for him to keep going, sometimes insisting, "I'm fine--let's go." Worried about Steph, she didn't want to be the one slowing them down. Still, it was taking a toll on her, especially since she was running on low fuel, and cool sweat beaded down her cheek. 

When they came upon the building, she stood behind him as he crouched. She was afraid if she sat down now, she wouldn't find the strength--physically nor mentally--to stand again. "Alright, let's do it, then. You're basically an army dude and I can defend myself--we shouldn't have a problem," she said. "Not with just scoping the place out, anyway."