Her brows raise in surprise as she takes a step back, and she opens her mouth to comment, but thinks better of it. How a staff that size was concealed so well under a cape is - or at least, probably should be - the least of her concerns.

What the stranger is saying makes pretty much no sense to her, and the suggestion that she could be dead doesn't faze her much either. Class and rehearsals were gruelling, yes - but not enough to kill her.

The idea of going back is definitely tempting at any rate.

"And I'm guessing that someone would be you..?"