'Joyland' strikes Lea as a deceptive name. Her expression twists just slightly, subtly, and she inclines her head. They will take their moment, and then they will take this train to the amusement park, and she will fucking confront whatever is playing all of these games. It clearly wants them there, so they may as well bring this to its conclusion with full force. She has been delicate so far, but she's feeling a lot less inclined to play it cautious.

Still smarting from her startle earlier, no doubt. She doesn't like anyone getting the jump on her, even in a small way.

First, though, she wants to address this shop. Turning on her heel, she frowns up at the building, arms folded over her chest. "This thing is a time suck," she informs Wolfgang, "I don't know how or why, but it's just--subtly outside time. Still in reality, at least. I don't want anyone else getting in or out."

She crouches down in front of the door, which...attracts some attention from smirking passerby (maybe it's her skirt hemline), and she waits until they've gone before slowly rising, sliding her hands upward along the door's frame and the door itself. Concurrently, the metal and wood begin to knit together. When she reaches the top, the door is sealed at both sides, leaving the thin cracks at the top and bottom still open.

Lea rises, smoothing down the aforementioned skirt.

"Let's go," she says.

The train to Joyland is, as Wolfgang says, not a long one, as Howl Barrow's edge is not terribly far away. At the gate to Joyland, they can behold the empty ticket booths, the chained gate. Not that Lea is inclined to let a simple concept like 'trespassing' slow her down now, but she's a little bit surprised.

"Is it supposed to be closed...?" She looks at Wolfgang, uncertain.