Ishmael held her breath as you and she heard the sound of boots hitting the steel flooring - she knew the soldiers were onto them. Thankfully, the locker was just big enough to hide two people, though a tight squeeze. Ishmael didn't care that much though - their survival was more important than comfort.

As if she's worried, Ishmael placed her finger on your lips, silencing you once more.

"Shh... Don't make any sounds, okay?"