His choice of word makes her stomach flip, and she doesn't quite make eye contact while she steels herself once again. She'd been a lure, once. Or was she the one reeling them in? Either way, she feels as powerless here as she ever has. "I wasn't lured into anything," she said quickly, defensively. "I just..." Just walked into an obviously sketchy, run down pizza parlour that had inexplicably appeared on the grounds of the psychiatric hospital. She knows there's no way to make that sound good. But at least she wasn't the only one who'd found their way inside.

She peers out of the crack in the doorway, trying to approximate the distance to the bathroom. "I think so, unless they're really close. But I don't hear any footsteps or anything."