[Layla watches him out of the corner of her eye, most of her attention on the rest of the cell block, and on listening for any sign the fight's coming their way. There is, perhaps, a faint flicker of approval in her expression, though she knows better than to voice it.]
This way. Stay close.
[And she continues toward the door at the far end of the cell block, pausing to listen a moment, then swipe a stolen keycard across the security panel and crack it open to peer through from her spot pressed up against the wall - out of any easy firing line from the corridor beyond.
Unless there are lurking Sylphid with the ability to render themselves invisible, it's empty - so far - and so she eases the door open the rest of the way and slips through, trusting him to follow her.]
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This way. Stay close.
[And she continues toward the door at the far end of the cell block, pausing to listen a moment, then swipe a stolen keycard across the security panel and crack it open to peer through from her spot pressed up against the wall - out of any easy firing line from the corridor beyond.
Unless there are lurking Sylphid with the ability to render themselves invisible, it's empty - so far - and so she eases the door open the rest of the way and slips through, trusting him to follow her.]