[from here] Beatrix lead the4 way down the stairs into the vast ballroom. It was just as the last time she and the assassin's had been there. Stepping lightly, knowing all to well how much sound echoed in the room, the Bride moved so she could see on the other side of the closest group of fountains. It would not do to get attacked again so soon.
Taking a sconce down off the wall, Beatrix started toward the western door. She didn't like being in this room for very long.