Alley couldn't hear the distant moving, but she was still deeply unsettled by this place. For one, it was too dark, even for indoors. For another, her instincts were sharp and precise when it came to danger, and this place made her skin crawl.

She climbed up onto the stage to slowly circle the three... things, flashlight trained on them from her bar-arm and crackling mace held at the ready. Why would anyone even make these things? She also gave one a poke, to the back of the head with the end of her mace, her eyes narrow with suspicion.

"This place reeks of 'trap'."