It's a little nervewracking to be lowered through solid objects. What if someone came in at that time? What if York got distracted? It could end pretty badly. Shelley manages to stay calm, but in her head she's just imagining how horrible that could be. She has died enough times in her life, she doesn't want one more to the list.

Thankfully she's left in the closet without any accidents happening. Shelley is dropped onto the floor. Looking up, she murmurs: "Stay safe"

Shelley probably will be fine. Ready to wait for York to come get her out of the supply closet at the first chance, she leans against the back wall and focuses. Uf, it's moments like these that she's glad fate granted her this strange superpower. Even if someone who isn't York opens that door at some point, she hopes she can use her power to get out of the closet unnoticed and run away. This is it, the final stretch! It can be done!

She hopes so, at least.