She's right to trust Hope; they keep a very, very close eye on where exactly it bounced to while their accomplice sorts everything out and gets back on solid ground, and only then do they actually back away from the ladder. (No sense in people getting hurt in the midst of all of this.)

"It bit you?" they repeat, stepping towards the—yes, a crystal, all right. Well. That's no stranger than being able to turn into someone with a chain whip sword because of a phone charm, but what they do think is a little strange is how the pit in their stomach gets heavier, denser as they approach where it ultimately landed, again closer to the supply closet. Exactly where they want to be.

They swear under their breath. "I'm getting some really bad vibes from this thing. And it doesn't even have a chip in it from falling, and I really hope that was just some cardboard boxes falling over on their own in there and we're not just handing this over to someone who's hiding in the shadows," and they start speaking more deliberately towards the closet, "waiting to pounce on two martial arts experts like us."