[center][h3][color=Bd892F]Sophia Lemane[/color][/h3]
[hr][color=silver]𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖   / /  ~𝟘𝟝𝟚𝟘[/color][hr][/center]The quick pace that was set forced Sophia to focus on her breathing and on keeping up with the group, somehow helping to make her feel a bit more awake and alert. It was still far from optimal as she found it hard to focus, but there had only been one instruction: to go into the passage. Nothing more to occupy her attention and focus it in one place. When they finally reached the ladder and emerged into the lighthouse, she scanned the room, heart and breathing quick from the impromptu exercise. 

Blood. [i]Blood?[/i] Not much, but still... And prints from shoes. Was someone...?

[color=cyan]"Someone’s out there. There’s one person ahead, too."[/color] What did that mean? Moving closer to the edge of the room but not yet leaning on anything, it seemed that all could be done now was to wait. Again. Not knowing what to do. Her gaze darted from trapdoor to the lighthouse door to the stairs, thoughts and theories constantly being formed and pushed down.

The "team" was arguing, shouting, and somewhere in between she caught the words that Siena and Brent were in the tunnels--she hadn't even noticed they were gone--but Gregory [i]hadn't made it?[/i] That didn't mean... no, it meant...

Zoe left. Marcus and Emma went upstairs. Chris left, not escaping her attention. She didn't get what everyone was doing, why so many people seemed to have some sort of a purpose while she didn't. Had she missed an instruction? No. 

So she did what she did best. Nothing.