A blonde teenage girl comes out of a corridor and practically screeches at the sight of Nita’s shadow, startled by the fact that it’s there, and by the tearing motions it’s making. It’s a short scream, but a fairly high-pitched one, although Ilda manages to clasp her hands over her mouth to stop any more from coming out of her.

When she finally collects herself, she lowers her hands and smiles sheepishly. “Sorry. Your, um... companion. What is it doing?”