Once again, they were alone in the sterile room housing the escalator. Aside from the escalator's soft whirring and the sound of Korra's shoes on the stairs, it was almost completely silent.

Tsubaki might have let the escalator carry her up while she took her bearings, but she didn't want either of them to fall too far behind the other. She followed after the other girl, keeping her hand off the bannister and tucked close to her pockets in case she needed to make a quick grab for a knife.

They were almost at the top when a sound from one of her other pockets stole her attention. Hidden away in her clothes, her toy radio hissed with static before a voice cut in on the public channel.

Somebody was sending a message?