Okay so there had to be some way off here right? They said something about opponents, described people even, not that Anna could remember too much about them but there were definitely no war machines or apathetic women around. That meant a way to get off or somewhere to go. The, um, that thing over there, it looked like a boring limp of weirdly-shaped rock, not too helpful, so that glowing orb must be the way out. Logic, that's what that is.
She clutched her hands to her chest, still holding on to the eggshell remains of the omenreader and not because it was some sort of security blanket that would be ridiculous it just wouldn't be right to get rid of something of Gamma Brevvace's masherestinpeace. Slowly and nervously, she approached the glowing orb, squinting slightly. She definitely didn't whimper when the sounds of scrabbling and cackling came from below the floor, she was just clearing her throat, okay? And she definitely didn't drop the eggshell in shock when dozens of tiny stone hands gripped the edge of the platform, regardless of how it looked. It was with stoic bravery that she faced the rocky little imps that were pulling themselves onto the floor with her, and when she backed away it was a tactical move just so she could see what was coming at her.
"I'm... I'm a witch, you know!"
Bad Sparks are not a particularly bright kind of spirit; it's debatable, given their habit of blowing themselves up at the slightest provocation, whether they think at all. Even discounting that, though, it was doubtful the witch's outburst would have had much of an effect: Annaliese didn't have buck teeth, but did have a habit of biting her lower lip and furrowing her brow that gave her a permanently-worried expression. Combined with her huddled posture, it was difficult to imagine a more inoffensive-looking person. The overall effect would have been something like being threatened by a bedraggled hamster.
It was probably for the best that the Sparks had no idea what was going on, all told.