Marzia quickly darted up the steps behind Zeal. Apparently simple pestering had pushed the man to competition, so childish for an elderly person. Carefully, she watched her feet as they swiftly tracked from one step to another- there'd be no time for tripping or accidents so this more of to insure she didn't miss a step and twist her ankle or some other freak incident. Finally she made it to the top a few moments after Zeal, the fatigue was finally starting to kick in, small beads of sweat visibly forming at her forehead and cheeks. Lightly she let the green-haired girl back onto the floor, breathing in once heavily and then exhaling a soft sigh.

"[b][i]What next? I need to nap soon.[/b][/i]"