The horrific choked gurgling sound Ilde makes in the back of her throat is-- laughter, almost, some unpleasant cousin of it that sounds all the more alarming to human-like ears familiar with human-like sounds. She already did, she thinks, that's why she's here--

But she drops the razorblades, like what Cindy said just reminded her that they're there.

"Okay," she says, extremely helpfully. The door is open, which is good, and Cindy is right there, which is also good, and she needs to take the CiD with her, and she needs to...get up, as well, getting up is important. Getting up means getting out and no matter what else is going on, she needs to be out of this fucking room and she's never coming near the Valhalla inn again, not for anything, not for anyone--

Up. Okay.