The building on display isn't one anyone will recognize, but it's clearly an empty shed. Andromeda huddles in a corner on the concrete floor, crouched on the ground, perfectly still as the door slams open and shut again in almost the same motion. A figure in a cloak of the cult of the Prophet stands pressed against the door, breathing heavily.

Andromeda shifts, and the shed wall creaks around her, and Samantha whips around, her hood falling back at the violence of the motion, looking around with blind eyes and a frightened face.

"Who's there?" Samantha says, her voice trembling even as it tries to be forceful. When there's no response, she repeats herself--louder, more frightened.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Andromeda says at last, though from her tight posture, it seems she's more afraid of the girl hurting her than the reverse situation.

"It's you!" Samantha is still frightened, but wonder sneaks into her voice. "I won't--I'm running, too."

"Then we can stay here together for now."

Samantha is all knees and elbows as she drops to the floor, the exhaustion obvious now that she has found a place to rest.

Andromeda calls to her. "You can come over here. It's warmer that way."

There's hesitation, but Samantha crawls over, feeling for Andromeda's position and sitting carefully beside her. It's quiet for a long time, though not uncomfortable. Occasionally the wind howls just so, or someone shouts outside in the distance, and the pair grow tense and wary, but the mood always relaxes.

"Why is everyone--Why is it doing--whatever it's doing?" Samantha asks, finally.

"It doesn't understand."