She's not sure if an enormous, empty room is an improvement over a staircase, but at least she no longer has to worry about what a disaster it would be if one of them tripped. Of course, she can easily exchange that for the worry of what might be beyond the faint circle of light that Johnny's producing. There's no furniture or fixtures - she can't even make out any walls. If the floor wasn't so smooth, she might just as easily guess that they were in some kind of massive cavern, and not a house at all.

"Don't worry," she says, her tone just a bit dry, as she wraps her husband's scarf more snugly around her neck. If her only other option is 'wander blindly out into the dark,' she'll definitely be sticking close to Johnny. "Is there anything we ought to be looking for?" she asks, glancing back over her shoulder. The stairway has already been swallowed up by the gloom. "A particular way out, or something?"