Ella nods silently. Once they arrive, she heads up quickly, leaving her door open so that anyone following would be able to enter. There really isn't much to see there; while the flat is obviously high end, Ella never found the right moment or the right mood to decorate, considering she was there much against her will and due to her father being an obnoxious sod.

She snorts at the thought, because it's true. A moment later she has her suitcases open and is putting clothes in, while filling her backpack with whatever useful book and notebook she runs across. Her mood seems to be peaking now; up until that moment she hadn't realized how much she wanted to leave this place.