Lydia steps back from the door, cocking her head to the left and squinting her right eye, then cocking her head to the right and squinting her left eye.  She glances over her shoulder at the mention of sacrifices, then turns back to the door and squints<em>both</em>eyes, before backing away toward the others in the group.  "How close was the grim reaper to the door, Junie?  The knob is trapped, and I'm gonna have to disable it before we go in, but it might alert someone if they're close by."  She speaks softly, not knowing if someone inside might be listening for voices or not.  Hopefully they were all too busy polishing each other's ritual daggers, or watching Marilyn Manson videos.