A cigarette before the storm.
Everything was quiet for some time. I could see her sitting in the corner of the room, with just one light turned on. It seemed just like those scenes in horror movies where you talk to someone who does magic or weird things. She was smoking a bunch of cigarettes before she could say anything to us. At least we had a chance now. A chance that we were willing to take no matter what. Otherwise, we would go back to the begining with no clue at all on what we were gonna do next. Hopefully, she had something for us. Something that would turn the whole story upside down. And maybe in our favor.
After a moment of silence and smoking, she started talking calmly.