One step at a time, that's all CT has ever been able to rely on. One stage of investigation after the next, layer after layer of encryption, slowly escalating but necessary risks, a long string of bases when on the run... she had to learn patience or go nuts and, well, she's not entirely certain she didn't go nuts but the patience has stuck.

So she walks, focused on the next step: getting out of this damn hallway into a populated area of the theatre and wait out the rest of the event.

She damn near jumps out of her skin at the sudden, crashing impact, pivoting on her heel on pure, panicked instinct that something's happened—

And watches Carolina's fist withdraw from the wall and her walk on. Jesus fucking christ.

She blinks. Gestures. "And if that wall had led to some other cursed room full of demonic shit? Or, hell, if that wall had been the demonic shit?"