[Christine is hugging herself tightly, standing behind her own podium, but not at all looking happy about it. She has found some sort of ruffled dress from the costume room to replace her stained clothes, but when she could have earlier been caught up in her imaginings of being an imprisoned princess, she's stuck firmly in reality now.

She hears the Phantom's voice and searches around frantically, but when she spots him watching from above... oh. She actually glares at him. She actually looks furious...]

I don't see why I have to be here. I don't want to find out who killed... who did what they did. Can't we just move on?