Considering she is actively trying to not look at anything it's Snow's voice that caught her attention first. Somewhere inside of her is the impulse to fight back, to get angry but these days it isn't as bad as it used to be. After actually spending some time with him that urge to hit him every time he opened his mouth wasn't as strong. He wasn't too bad, not as bad as she initially thought. And maybe Lightning had maybe even been a bit disappointed when she hadn't seen his face looming over the others in the crowd when she first woke up here.

Which is why Light stopped on her way towards what she assumed was an empty bedroom. Thoughts of moving out of a house filled with strangers dissipated. If he was here then at least she had one person to watch her back.

She turned toward the voice and there he was; his hulking size filling the hallway and making it seem small.

"Yeah, it's me," she state calmly. It might be difficult for someone to tell but Light is relieved to see him. Coiled tension left her body and left her a little more relaxed but unless someone knew her very well, they wouldn't be able to see the small change in her.