[The door opens smoothly, and she leads him past the elevator doors. At the very least, she rationalizes, they're bright, brushed silver; not wrought iron backlit by an eerie red glow. Still, even if the stairwell echoes, she doesn't mind a little bit of climbing.]

...you woke up again, if that's what you mean.

[She grips the railing, letting her gaze fall so she can watch her step and not totally broadcast the look that sentence puts on her face.]

This is all thirdhand since I had a grandstanding ex-ghost to clean up after while the rest of you worked your magic, but... well, in short, the count caused the plague, and it was going to come back because he did. So... I guess, I guess you found one of the answers you were looking for with that gamb le.