It could be a good actor, sure. But that somehow seems more conspiratorial to her than a recording left to terrorize them, the idea of someone just sitting outside wailing for their amusement. Lila's had enough of conspiracies to last approximately a hundred thousand years. At least conspiracies she's not in charge of.

She glances Erik's way at the Helpful Weapons Critique, relaxing fractionally just because talking about weapons is familiar. She shoots him a dry smirk.

"Oh, what? You have a bayonet handy?"