Something is off. It isn't something Misa can put words to or even a fully formed suspicion, but something is off. Even so, she can't bring herself to question it when Lazarus is suddenly being so agreeable.

Misa stumbles into the shelter, anxiety settling a little when he follows her in. Maybe she's overthinking things. Nathan gets a quick nod of acknowledgement; she hopes he won't question her attire. She had a very different night planned, and has no desire at all to explain the details to him.

The sudden order to sit down catches Misa off guard, but there is something so commanding in Lazarus's voice that she obeys without thinking.

"We should be safe in here, right?" she asks uncertainly, eyeing the door as she takes a seat. "You locked it, right?"