"I was looking for you," Scout says conversationally in Childermass's direction, picking her way down the stairs with the caution of someone who half expects to end up falling down them. Her ballgown is soaked and torn in several places, strategic and not, and she's conspiciously absent her lightsaber. She gives Taako a sidelong glance, but he feels like another carnie, not the fae lord they're quietly, desperately trying to subvert.

She flinches as the vines start to go to pieces and looks around. It can't be as simple as grabbing the plant and going, can it?