Ellen hears the door open and doesn't immediately hear the bitching about being trapped in a devil's trap. Not the bitch then. She eases out of the back stockroom, because she's still not sure of everyone in this place.

She leans against the wall, letting the kid root through things that he has no reason to be rooting through.

"What the hell are you doing?" She asks. At least she isn't putting the gun to the back of his head, as she had Sam all those years ago. Ellen straightens up.

Her hands are dusted with chalk from more sigils. There's a smear of soot on her cheek from working on the still earlier. The crucifix is hanging around her neck. She raises her eyebrows at the kid that had been in control during the whole failed escape.