She recovers on the ground. Behind her, the metal titan with all its miscellaneous sounds. Before her, familiar faces crowd in an elevator, the only way out. Because overhead, the ceiling is cracked into shards, the pieces prepared to rain down at any moment. With no time to thing, Candelabra staggers to her feet and towards to the crowd, their details melting into a colorful miasma of jewelry, of slick hair, of rows and rows of teeth. 

It's a monster mash that she's at the middle, and after sliding her way in, the little girl retreats as far as she can manage, backs against the wall, and curls up into a ball with no intention to raise her head. A curtain of something amber-colored and coursing, something like hair, spills over her ankles and swallows her. 

[i]At least being alone was easy. At least, being alone, there was nothing to fear.[/i]