Ella, who was sitting beside Sherri on the ground now, actually audibly sighed at Lotte's obvious pleasure. She tried to hold her tongue, she really did, but she was too much of a lecturer at heart to manage it, and she knew Lotte wasn't bad, just overly trusting and, it seemed, exceptionally young. "I know you think I'm being cruel, Lotte, but I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't tell you that I'm worried about what you've gotten yourself into," she said, giving Bran a quick, cursory glance, her gaze dropping to their joined hands. "What do we know about you, sir?" she asked Bran, as she felt certain he would slink back to whatever shadow's he'd come from once this was done.
"It mentions directing, so..." her voice trailed off, and she pointed to the stairs leading up to the makeshift balcony (which had materialized on the stage as she spoke). It was a rickety, wooden affair, true to the time and hardly stable looking.