The door to the first landing swung open easily, despite the aged look it held - the sand and stone continued upwards, until it hit the second floor. The floors suddenly became marble, and columns climbed to hold up the third floor from crashing down. Lighting suddenly flickered rather than holding still like proper artificial lighting; Charlie had walked past this and the sixth floor numerous times and had always felt a pull towards it, but had done her best to avoid the floors entirely.
Since the Egyptian one made her feel like killing something, she didn't want to know what the other floors might do. Still, she found herself pausing for a moment, looking at the door to the second floor. Dorcas' question broke her reverie, causing her to glance back.
"Seventh. Like I said, it went all medieval. Walls went wood, weaponry everywhere. At least I know I have something at hand if somebody tries some home invasion shit," she replied, her tone as impassive as ever.