None of this is at all good, or safe, but Martin is doing his best to pretend he can find at least some kind of a hopeful sign in it for Ange's sake. Although she seems relatively calm about the whole thing under the circumstances, so maybe it's entirely unnecessary. She, no doubt, knows a lot more about this world than he does, especially since she's been here for far longer.

He climbs the steps carefully, mindful of the green blood splattered around them, and the scent of roses that hang in the air. This is a bad idea. This a fantastically bad idea, but he can't seem to bring himself to suggest they turn back, and leave. It's a relief to hear that Ange does have power that might come in handy.

"All right," he answers with a small nod. He takes a deep breath. "All right. What can you do?"