Quynh's shoulders rise, her jaw clenching. "If you were truly searching, you would have found me." - though she knows that's not true. How were they to find her when she had been lost even to herself?

She turns, away from them, to the edge of the platform, dropping herself lightly to the ground with the intention of fleeing to the escape stairs. Let them continue looking, and maybe once she is able to find herself, she will allow them to find her as well.

But she cannot flee, doesn't move towards the escape stairs. Instead, she moves in the opposite direction, until she looks around the corner at where they stood, her shoulder flush with the wall. To flee, to stay, to want, to spurn. They all happen simultaneously, but the pull of them is undeniable, and after so long she craves that familiarity. That comfort. Craves them.

"Where?" Where are they staying, where are they going - where are the others? So many questions she's harbored for so long.