"Not much until I tried to leave," she says in a calm (or at least calm enough) voice as she starts poking around the dusty, well-furnished house. The creaking under her feet is as loud as it was last time, but the boards are still supportive and show precisely zero sign of snapping.

"Then the entrance went dark and this... thing showed up." Does she want to get into it? What exactly she saw? She might have to; she's not great at lying on the spot. "It was me, but me if I'd never gotten the app. I don't know what it meant," though that's a practiced lie, "But I definitely feel like it was personalized. She went down pretty easy, at least."

She's trying to rely on her memory; she doesn't remember having seen a camera anywhere, but she hadn't been looking, either. Now that she thinks about it, though, there's... definitely an extra door, wooden and antique and unmarked, in this hallway down on the first floor. She comes to a stop in front of it. "Hey. Pretty sure this wasn't here last time." Spooky.