Lillah opened the door to the stairwell and drew in a long breath before taking her first step. It wasn't so bad until she put her weight on her wounded leg to take the next step, and she nearly dropped her bat as she grabbed at the railing to keep from falling. "Fuck," she laughed bitterly. "Okay, you got this..." she sighed and took the next step. And then the next step. It was a slow process, but with every step it got a little better. Eventually she wasn't even pausing between steps, though the going was still slow. 

At each floor, she would pause to not only catch her breath, but peek into the immediate room as well. She'd whisper into the emptiness, "Steph?" with her bat ready in case anybody but Steph responded. 

That pattern was finally interrupted, though, when she tripped over something and stumbled into a room as cans fell over each other and onto the floor, making far more noise than she'd expect. "Shit--no," she hissed, glancing back at the wire she fell over. "Fuck," she uttered, pushing herself to feet as quickly as she could and slipping into the office to take cover behind one of the desks. Now that she was still again, the pain in her leg was acting up and she grit her teeth as she sat pressed against the desk, not even daring to peek at the mess by the door.