[center][h2][b]Sofia Stien - Train yard[/b][/h2][/center]

Sofia held onto Chatterhead's shirt, as she didn't want to be too bothersome. Meanwhile some sort of eye-bot had managed to get into the warehouse and informed them they were trespassing. Sofia wasn't sure that was accurate, she hadn't seen any [color=red]NO TRESPASSING, VIOLATERS WILL BE SHOT, SURVIVERS WILL BE SHOT AGAIN[/color] signs. Regardless Heartloss quipped at it, probably ineffectively. Chatterhead meanwhile began monolouging while stepping forward dramatically, Sofia naturally hanging onto his coattails. At least seven people were outside which meant they were outnumbered. Sofia absently began thinking that they should probably work on that escape. Then the world came into focus. Sofia blinked rapidly, her eyes dilated, her breathing accelerated, and she looked around rapidly. Huh? What was- Sofia felt a tug on his hand as Chatterbox pulled out his gun and stepped backwards. The sound of it firing was deafening and Sofia raised her hands to her ears in surprise for a moment. Too loud. There was a strong smell in the air she wasn't familiar with. Too strong. She released her hold on Chatterbox: before quickly stepping after him, feeling unusually... Something? Everything felt far too real. After a few steps however the sharpness of her senses left and Sofia latched back onto Chatterhead, with a bit more energy this time. She closed her eyes as she hung onto him and felt a [I]dull[/I] sense of relief as her breathing returned to normal. She was safe again.