Instead of focusing on the angry steps on the stairwell around the corner, from the aggressive man she could no longer see, Ettie picked out Dylan's footfalls and the remnants of the conversation on the floor they were leaving behind. By the time she reached the very bottom of the landing, her momentary awe and distraction at the posh lobby as interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming. She squeaked in alarm, her hand tightening on the end of the railing before releasing her intake of breath in a grunt of disappointment at herself. She could hear more footsteps on the stairs now, and she hoped that meant the whole herd, as it were, was planning on staying together.
"He didn't even look," she stated in surprise as she stepped to the side, telling herself it was to keep out of the way if everyone else really was wandering down. It wasn't as if the stairs weren't wide enough to accommodate everyone, it just meant that she could keep holding onto the banister like an anchor. "Well, at least we know we're not locked in. That's good." She tried to brighten her tone and smile a little as she looked to Dylan, then the group following them down, then around the lavish foyer, her nails tapping gently with nervous energy against the wood in her hand.
At the boy's words, Ettie nodded, her gaze scanning for whichever direction looked like it might be the most likely to lead to a phone that called out. Not that she was certain she'd be able to move anywhere quite yet. Someone would probably know a better way to go about this part. "Yeah...I don't think I've ever been in any place this nice before."