"I don't know if we can limit the broadcast to specific people. I mean-- Saturday knows we were planning on coming down here, at least."

Fuck, she should've told Stacia. This is what she gets for being used to having an on-call Ragabash in her head. It's so tiresome to remember to tell people things in person.

"But if you want to, go ahead. Just keep it short and sweet-- we're exploring and detecting some magic bullshit. No need to sound off any alarms quite yet."

This is debatable, but Lloyd is right. She doesn't know these people well enough to tell whether they would just try and come after them and potentially get lost doing so, or fall down the big well-shaped space left by the retracting stairs. She doesn't trust them all not to be idiots, and sensible people like Stacia can only do so much to contain people's idiocy.