When considering the nature of stairs, it's often thought of as an ascent to something, either physically or figuratively, and whether it be towards the bedroom or towards enlightenment. Each step may be just a step where people stepped on and stepped upwards- or it could be a representation of something, whether be it the stages of a plan or the phases of life. With regards to the fact that it is more tiresome to climb up than to go down, they ought to be representations of morality, about how it is easier to descend into evil than to rise to goodness. To many people, stairs are walkways where they stride to go up another floor. To philosophers, they're much more.

But to Byakko, it's just a solid brick wall. Partly because she's a handicap. Mainly because she's lazy. 

And that's considering most people like her can use the stairs.

So Byakko waited for help, and it did arrive- suddenly and abruptly. In a flash, she was off the ground, and in just a short moment she was already up there. Byakko only caught a brief glance of whoever helped her,while she was pointing out things about the elevators; long, black flowing hair, an energetic smile, and a voluptuous figure. Nothing else.

[i]Well stick a boot in my ass and call me Martha!

...Enough. I better get going before any more trouble screws my life. 

...but I guess I'll take a key from the guard after I've settled with class.[/i]

Byakko rolled forward again, proceeding straight to her room right away and taking a sea- Oh wait, she's crippled. 
She'll just have to place herself on one spot and...

There.