Chell.
It's easy to miss a lot of things in the heat of combat, even if you're not, technically speaking, a combatant yourself. Gunfire and monsters have a way of concentrating the attention.
It's hard to miss the world itself going dark, though, and everything around you simply stopping. A few speckles of light remain on this or that feature of the surroundings, seemingly at random. It's just enough to make it all the more obvious when the door opens in midair and the tall, gaunt, pale figure in the grey suit steps out of it.
"Well, well, well. Good... afternoon, Miss Johnson."
It's hard to miss the world itself going dark, though, and everything around you simply stopping. A few speckles of light remain on this or that feature of the surroundings, seemingly at random. It's just enough to make it all the more obvious when the door opens in midair and the tall, gaunt, pale figure in the grey suit steps out of it.
"Well, well, well. Good... afternoon, Miss Johnson."