The skittering grows closer and closer before suddenly stopping. In the silence, she doesn't dare to so much as breathe, gesturing with violent swings for him to stop talking when he refuses to, refusing to add to the dinner bell despite wanting to call him an idiot.

The skittering above resumes, moving faster than it had before, retracing its steps. She follows its path, eyes wide in the poor lighting. That's when she sees the perfect opening one of many vents provides.

"If you want to stick around to find out, be my fucking guest." She's already moving in Dandy's direction, clearing the stair steps separating them with the lightest footfalls she can manage.