"Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world."

Popcorn and shades— what more could she ask for? A large cup of eldritch horror Coke, maybe. And a one way ticket out of here. Screw the big finale.

By the looks of these things, though— mindless drones to a demon's fanfare, with a duty to ensure that each performance be uninterrupted— she's certain they'll be a real pain in the side. A nuisance at best, and a danger at worst. Assume everyone's an enemy. It's gotten her this far.

Carolina makes a tight, thoughtful noise as she surveys her path. Cracks neck and knuckles.

"Simple."

And like that, she's off.