[Well, how about that nice, rhythmic clank approaching him? And the faint green light, as if perched on someone's head, like a miner's helmet, moving slowly in time with that sound.

Eleanor hasn't been able to sleep much, and though she's been warned night time is dangerous, she felt the need to go out for a walk. Maybe tire herself out enough to rest. She didn't slow down enough to consciously make noise, however, until she reached the spring floor, dropping the stealth for her now usual slow, determined movements that serve almost as warnings that she's around. Perhaps stealth would be the better option, considering there are monsters roaming the floors, or so she's been told. But she figures she can take it... and that maybe by doing so she'll be less likely to be confused for one of those monsters in the first place.]