[ Still silently grumbling to himself, Cal glances back towards the door with a slight nod. Trilla. He makes a mental note of that; though if it's a good or bad thing yet remains to be seen. She has the air of someone ... who thought highly of themselves, and the look she'd given him earlier wasn't doing anything to change his however brief impression of her.

Still, she wanted to know as much as he did, what was going on here. He chewed his lip. ]

We need some higher ground, that's what we need. It looked like there was another hall going off about halfway up the stairs, maybe we can use that.

[ Maybe there was a closet or something they could hide in? ]