Ettie grip on the railing made her feel as if she were traveling on a track she couldn't really veer from, which made her journey down the stairs a bit easier. Dylan's presence beside her helped the most, even though she would have liked to think she could have made as much progress on her own if she'd had to.
She'd been focused on taking the stairs one at a time when the sound of more voices, masculine ones, caused her to glance up. The stairs continued downwards, making her wish she'd had the foresight to glance out the window in the room she'd woken up in just to get an idea of how high up she actually was, but that mattered far less than the fact that the floor just under theirs was seemingly occupied.
"People," she whispered, sounding as if she couldn't decide if she felt relieved or intimidated by that fact. She detoured only slightly, carefully peering around the wall to get a look at the group of people who had congregated there. She opened her mouth to call out to them, but instead glanced back towards Dylan to see what she thought they should do.