H-389: Little Isle Manor House, Upper Level

Lia hears the door close softly behind her.

The upper level seems empty, its lounge and bar area unused, but party noise is drifting up through the atrium from the floors below.

At the foot of the stairs leading down from here to the mid-level, a grey jacket is stationed at a rope – presumably to keep people off the upper level; she could, perhaps, ask him about Angela’s whereabouts, or try the elevator thought which she arrived up here.