Ella came close enough to read the plaque, though the circle of vines kept her and Sherri safe. She belatedly realized she hadn't introduced herself to the unfamiliar woman, and she gave her an apologetic little smile. "I'm Ella," she said, before reading the plaque.
The distance made it take longer than it should have, and the distraction of the man on the stage didn't help matters. The Phantom. She'd known it. She had no proof the man that had attacked her was the Phantom, but Lotte's extreme measures of protection, of denial had made her focus on him above anyone else. Also, she was certain he was guarding his face, and it made her think that was why her assailant had worn a hood.
The voice, however, was different - but not different enough for Ella to discount him.
"The Queen of Tales?" she asked, turning to Sherri, and then looking back at the stage with distrust. "The building wishes us to do a play, I believe."