She let out a small sigh of relief and forced herself not to run as she entered the premises and dragged Diana along with her, not daring to let go of her hand. Though she'd never admit this to anyone, especially at that moment, speaking to Linus terrified her and everything inside of her screamed at her to turn on her heel and get out. Holding Diana's hand? Not only did it give people reason not to touch her, and to stay far away, but it also gave Elle an anchor. An anchor that she'd rather cut out her tongue than confess to. The place was indeed a factory and after a small hallway with barren hooks and lockers, they were brought into a large space that had couches, beds, tvs and a pool table thrown into it. The lights barely lit anything and she could only just see the outlines of the people in there and the faces of the people who were sitting directly underneath one of the lights. There must have been nearly fifty people, she guessed, and she knew that they were all young. No older than twenty five. She could feel their eyes pressing into her and, after passing underneath a lamp, the murmurs of voices halted to a stop. Elle's nails dug into Diana without meaning too. Eventually, they went up a flight of stairs and headed to a cubicle that was most likely once an office that overlooked the workers. The lights were much better up here and the two guards, heavily armed, were easily visible. As they reached the door, one of them leant over with a grin, "well, if it isn't Mozart's daughter. Didn't think I'd see you in this miserable place." Elle gave him a small smile and her nails relaxed slightly, only slightly, but was brushed into the office before she could reply.