Salla's ears twitch, a byproduct of her heritage- she halts the others with an upraised hand. She points downward slowly and deliberately, mouthing, "Someone down there." to the other two before heading for the stairway. Standing on the top stair, she heads down- tense and careful, but not taking special pains to be stealthy. After all, the light form her lantern would show them coming in any case, and without that they'd trip down and break their necks.