Watching the girl go, she lets her breath out in a long gust. "Wretched thing. Well, there were more than one of them, and unless the house ate them-" she chuckles to herself at the absurdity of that thought- "There are two more. So, would a panicked girl flee away from or to others? No way to know, but," she says, "A good rule for a hunter is never to chase someone who knows they are being chased in a place you do not know with enemies you do not know lurking, because the odds are you will run headfirst into a trap and wake up half digested." Nodding to herself, she turns her back on the fleeing girl and begins sidling sideways down the stairs, cramming her bulk down the narrow passage.