She laughs.

"I'm Ruava."

"Jinx! Nice to meetcha, Ruava. You should know I'm famously bad company and being near me is gonna complicate your life. Last chance to back out?"

"I don't mind a little complication," she says. "You seem all right so far."

"Glad to hear it! Anyway, it's late and I should really sleep. On to the apartment?"

"Sounds good."

Jinx stands up and stretches: she yawns, and shakes out a slight twitch in one arm. 

"Alright. Stick close: even if a couple girls out late in a bad part of town might make a tempting target, any footpads'll turn around fast when they realize it's me."

"Will do."

Jinx shoves aside the bookcase that acts as a makeshift door, and turns her head away from the sewer-stench that rolls in. 

"Ugh. Okay, here we go."

And out she goes into the darkness.

Ruava follows. She decides not to make any light to see by.

Jink shoves the bookcase back into place, and sets off into the darkness. 

... It really is very dark. The Zapper sheds a little light, but nowhere near enough to really navigate by. 

Well.

Ruava is a Light mage. In theory she doesn't need to see the light; if it's nearby she can just... tell where it's going. Right?

So she pays attention, and tries to feel the shape of the space in the movement of what little light there is. It works reasonably well, and it's kind of fun, and it lets her keep up with Jinx no problem.

And before long, they're outside in an alley beneath proper starlight. Jinx sets a fairly brisk pace, threading her way between the verdigrised buildings: the crammed-together townhouses seem to have settled into stately decay, marred here and there by scrawled graffiti.

It sure is an interesting place.

It seems to be getting a bit less awful as Jinx leads onward. The buildings are certainly getting younger and taller and shinier, with less graffiti. 

Jinx turns in at the door of a building that, while not exactly respectable, can at least see respectable from where it's standing. 

Just telling which things are respectable is a fascinating challenge - it's not that hard, but it's very different from what she's used to.

There is a lobby. A metal marionette of a person looks up, then waves the pair of them through when it sees Jinx. She goes by without even a glance at it. 

Well all right then. Ruava follows Jinx some more.

Jinx walks into the hallway beyond, presses a button on the wall, and a little light blinks on above a pair of double doors. She stands there, looking at the light. 

Okay, sure. This is definitely going to start making sense at some point.

The doors open, revealing an empty closet on the other side. Jinx steps in, and pushes another button on a panel by the door.

Ruava follows her into the closet and awaits sense.

The doors close, and there's a momentary feeling of weight.

Jinx looks bored.

"...huh," says Ruava. That's motion, is what that is. A moving closet. Handy for getting from place to place.

And then there's a moment of lightness, and then the doors open to a completely different hallway. 

Jinx takes three steps down the hall, and fishes a key out of her shorts. She tilts her head at the apartment number. "503, in case you need to get back here again on your own."

"Good to know."