Lotte got to the bottom of the stairs, right after Bran finished. She gave him a quick, awkward smile before turning towards their 'audience'. In another time, maybe if Diego or James had been there, she could have made a joke about how this was - even do a cursty before their audience - but instead she could only sigh. "It should be..."
As if on cue, doors which hadn't been behind Ella and Sherri before opened. From where she was, she couldn't see through but Lotte didn't care - it meant out and back home. She nearly skipped towards the edge of the stage, before realizing the vines were still there. Her smile faded and she paused before them, remembering the warning on the plaque - not a drop of real blood.