Bella paused as she heard someone in the stairs below her. Logic dictated it was someone who had come from that floor, and she wondered if it was one of the kidnappers. Was she going to be hunted, now that she was up and moving? Was that how this worked?
"Who are you?" she called back down, clinging to the stair railing so she didn't pitch head-first down the stairs. It wasn't as though she and stairs had the best working relationship, after all. Or her and gravity, for that matter. To say she was accident prone was something of an understatement.
"Were you ... a-are you the one who brought me here?" So, all right, that was probably a dumb question. What was she expecting in response to that? Oh yeah, it was totally me? Rolling her eyes at herself, Bella descended to the landing between the stairs between the third and second floors, peering down to see if she could see the person who'd called out.