[There's pretty much no hesitation as she turns swiftly and makes her way to the door. There's a pair of shoes - her's - lying on the floor that she slips quickly into, before she practically yanks the door open. She takes a moment to note the door she came out of, notices the number on it being '12', before she's hauling it closed again.]
Wherever I am, my room's 12, if that helps?
[Then she's descending one flight of stairs, then another, and soon she's on the landing of the last flight, three floors down. She's out the doors before she realizes, much too excited to not rush. What mother wouldn't be?]
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Wherever I am, my room's 12, if that helps?
[Then she's descending one flight of stairs, then another, and soon she's on the landing of the last flight, three floors down. She's out the doors before she realizes, much too excited to not rush. What mother wouldn't be?]
The building said 2, I'm not far! ...Am I?