The moment she reached the last step, an oddly calm voice broke the silence, signaling she wasn't alone. Rosealyn instinctively tightened the grip on the strap of her backpack. [i]This is it...[/i] she thought, [i]This is how I die.[/i] The man went on, explaining his noninvolvement with the massacre that'd just occurred. And so she listened. 

Elias. She had his name, although it wouldn't do her any good other than knowing what to call him. But he did make sense. No one else had barged in behind him, and the way he spoke didn't make him sound like a savage. Rosealyn was quiet for a moment, then slowly put her arms out to her sides at about mid-level, expecting him to have a gun trained on her. People like him, the cautious type, often did.

She turned slowly, step by step, until they were facing one another. "Pleasure to meet you, Elias, I'm Rosealyn." Her arms dropped on either side accompanied by a quiet sigh of relief. If he wanted her dead, he would have achieved that by now. But it did leave her with some questions.

"Is this your place?" Rosealyn looked around for any signs of that. The way she figured, there were three possibilities. The first, Elias was in fact staying here, whether temporarily or more long-term, though the latter was not advisable given current and recent events. The second option, he too was running from trouble and escaped into the same exact building. The third, and hopefully least likely reason, he followed her into the building for a reason, though that reason was not quite obvious yet.