In contrast to Rolo, Ange had no issues ignoring anyone or on occasion, anything to an almost frightening degree. And a group of patients with attentions fixed on an unrelated task was a thousand times easier to avoid than a classroom filled with giggling, mocking girls. Easier, still, with distractions (illusions) attached.

Ange clicked off her flashlight and slipped a hand to Rolo's back, fingers grasping fabric as directed. This was a childish way of being guided, but she saw the point in the need. No complaints on her end, provided they did not go any further. She didn't feel like punching someone due to their inability to maintain personal boundaries.

Rolo advanced into the room, followed closely by Ange. She remained silent the entire trip, her eyes locked only on the boy ahead. There were snippets of static and words from the other occupants--too late did she realize they had a radio. What was it saying? She could not tell.

That, however, became a non-issue as her companion stopped abruptly, his eyes cast down at something beneath. A tilt of her head revealed a locked door as the cause. It looked like they were about to make all that snooping irrelevant.

When Rolo glanced at her, she shrugged. The decision to continue was solely on his terms. Personally, Ange did not believe a call to their presence would result in difficulties. If so, she could tell people off. It was not as though they owned the facilities.

She watched in silence as Rolo worked at the lock, unaware her hand stayed fasten to his shirt.