Annabeth stood around, tapping the wall in a rhythmic motion as she waited for the elevator to open glancing around with a baseball bat clutched in her hand.

the doors opened but out came ... another survivor?

She flinched backwards, tightening her grip on her bat and eyeing the person in the elevator cautiously.

"You're alive, right?" She just had to make sure. Her grey eyes pierced through them, waiting for a response.