As luck would have it, it turned out that Lucie hadn't stumbled backwards into a wall in her moment of astonishment. Rather, a very tall guy. 

For someone who didn't like having her personal space invaded, this made for an awkward few seconds as she backed away to a more suitable distance. Sparing him a brief glance - dark haired, about college age - her wary grey eyes sought out the source of noise in the halls; the guy who had appeared out of nowhere and the girl who'd more or less broken his fall. They were talking loudly in an unfamiliar language she couldn't quite place. Just as it seemed like a fight would break out, another guy - just how many people [i]were[/i] there in these hallways? - attempted to diffuse the situation. All this had taken place within a matter of moments.

Lucie decided right then and there that she wanted nothing to do with those people. It also brought up flutter of worries that only served to add to the leaden weight growing in the pit of her stomach. The best thing to do in this situation was to get out... though, just exactly which way was the exit? Perhaps the guy she'd bumped into would know something. He certainly seemed calmer than the others she'd seen so far. 

"Do you speak English?" 

She desperately hoped that he did. The girl couldn't very well handle it if yet another person started spouting words she couldn't understand. Wrapping her arms around herself as she waited for his reply, Lucie suddenly shivered as the image of a guy appearing out of nowhere replayed itself in her mind. That wasn't anywhere within the realm of normalcy. Were the effects of whichever drugs she'd been dosed with still active? Her knowledge of recreational drugs were solely limited to what she had heard from others in passing conversation. 

The maps on the wall showed the way to other places, but strangely had no exits marked on it. The implications of it were chilling.

[@Gonzo]