"Well, do it over there," Ellie gestures towards one of the empty cubicles; one of them probably has a wastepaper basket she can use, but she's almost, almost smiling, like she's giving her shit on purpose. It's good that Abby's here.

As she crosses the room Ellie follows her, keeping an eye on things. All is quiet, though Ellie stays ready. It almost doesn't come as a surprise when she hears it coming.

Unfortunately, she's just switched her knife to her off hand.

"Abby- shit!"

The stalker sails into her, and Ellie only barely has enough momentum to dodge backwards, and the thing's teeth slam on air where her throat had been just a second before. Another dodge back and she slips on the blood on the floor, creating just a split second of opening needed for the stalker to slam into Ellie, push her down on her back.

As they go down, Ellie's knife blade plunges downward into the thing's shoulder, lodged behind the collarbone and into the ribcage. Instead of glancing off the bone like her stiletto might have, the bigger, heavier blade sticks in it.

Keeping a death grip on the handle of her knife, Ellie slams the heel of her right hand into the stalker's nose, feeling it snap and break under the force.

It backhands her. Just for a second, her grip loosens.