Turns out those chains hanging from the ceiling are just the right length to suspend someone gently above the floor. A short while later, the group have set themselves up. Its a fiddly business, extracting stakes (especially crude one not really designed for the purpose) but it is done.
The Brood makes no response - she's healing, burning precious Vitae, while she sorts her head out. That can be plainly seen as her wounds gently close.
They propped Josephine against the opposite wall, where she could be seen. A dirty porcelain doll, shrunken and lifeless like a cast aside marionette.
Alice has moved quietly back to the entrance. She hears nothing but the distant sounds of the city, carried by the wind. Ale's contacts chose well: this spot is really isolated.