Her shadow pulls the hatch open, slipping through it and pooling ominously in the elevator below. She drops inside the shadow, pulling her baton from her back.
"Hey there, don't mind if I drop in, do you?" The shadow begins to spread beyond the door, tendrils reaching along the walls and ceiling.
OOC: There wouldn't happen to be a light switch, now would there?
"Can't say I do," Pulse admits. "Though I had a hard time seeing you too, at first. You're, uh, still a bit hazy, to be perfectly honest. I take it that isn't a part of your usual powers?"