"Also she's, like, at least like thirty years old? Probably more."

"Huh."

Walk walk.

Follow follow.

And shortly, a bedroom. It's sort of repetitive but at least none of the furniture is food. Denice takes off her pack and flops facefirst on the nearest bed.

...well, then.

"I'm Sadde, by the way," she introduces, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

"Mm." She lays there for another second and then rolls onto her side to pull her legs onto the bed.

Sadde closes her eyes and waits.

An introduction doesn't seem to be forthcoming. After a minute she switches to the second bed and burrows under the covers.

Sadde doesn't mind not having an introduction. She's just waiting for sleep, really.

Denice doesn't have to wait.

Assuming nothing wakes her, she'll be out for three hours.

—whispering—

Yeah, she's awake. She doesn't move, though; what and where is that noise?

Nowhere. Sadde seems asleep.

...she'll just hang out here paying attention for a little while then. Something woke her.

Nothing out of the ordinary, apparently.

After forty minutes or so she lets herself fall asleep again.

Nothing disturbs her this time.

Oh good.

It's closer to four hours, then, when she wakes up again. Is Sadde still asleep?

Mmhm.

She'll let her sleep, then. She has something to eat and starts working on a route out while she waits.

Now that she's paying attention to it... there is a certain sense in which some parts are less... chaotic... than others. Directions that are not really directions but which nonetheless are more directional than the other directions.

Good, she'll aim for those, then - if there's a particularly unchaotic place she'll map a route to that, with an eye to checking lesser unchaotic places on the way.

Sadde stirs and opens her eyes.

She ignores her for a few seconds - mapping out a particularly twisty bit - and then nods a greeting and offers her another pastry.

She accepts—and eats.