"I can't help my buzzing!" Bea cried down to Sasha. "It's how my wings work. But I guess if they're a problem..."

Bea lowered herself onto the ground lightly and resumed her human form. No one in the room seemed too hostile, although the boy with the fire powers was making her more and more nervous. She watched cautiously as he demonstrated the effect of trying to escape by force, jumping back a little at the sparks created by the fire sword scraping the wall. If this cement room was self-healing, but the door had been left unlocked, whoever had put them here wanted them to wander out and up the stairs into...a trap? Death? None of this made any sense.

"If we're going out there," she said, following a safe distance after Daniel, "we need to be extremely careful. We don't know who we're dealing with."