[from here]

Soma didn't slow down until she'd rounded the corner and she was absolutely certain Lingormr and Castiel were on their own way. Then she finally exhaled, leaned against the wall, and took a few moments to breathe.

This was ridiculous. She couldn't remember being sick a day in her life. The nanomachines in her system were probably responsible, assuming the scientists who'd designed her hadn't thought to account for it. Who knew it was such an inconvenience?

She took a shaky breath before straightening and continuing down the hall. At least her room wasn't too far away.

[From here.]

The dark hallway opened up further ahead, with a balcony on the left-hand side overlooking a much larger room downstairs. Skulduggery resisted the urge to lean on the railing as he and Yomi approached. He'd been alive once before, for God's sake, it really shouldn't have been so difficult just to remain standing upright. Unfortunately, it was no longer just a matter of balance - now his weak and disused muscles were also conspiring to help him make a fool of himself.

He glanced down over the balcony railing into the lower room. It was difficult to see in the dark, but it looked like some sort of lounge. The ceiling that towered above it was made of glass, a fact Skulduggery only knew because of the bright stars and half-moon visible through it. It was as dark outside as it was inside.

A large and foreboding door on the far side of the railing stood wide open. It was the only open door he'd encountered thus far, and so Skulduggery held his hand up warily. The air currents drifting against his palm from that direction were mostly still, but Skulduggery wasn't sure how much of that he could trust.

"I'm going to take a guess," he said quietly, "and say that that is where you're going."