No, she will clench her teeth and wait a bit longer.

"One moment of patience may ward off great disaster," suggests an old Chinese proverb; and it was proven right once more, as just after one more minute most of the cooks started to leave. Soon, there was just two of them remaining in the kitchen. Moreover, judging from what they were saying, Vivianne deduced they will go away soon as well.

"Great," she could hear one of the boys saying. "Can we go see the buttery now, please? Frankly, this kitchen is become quite boring. I expected something else when I was coming here."

"Well, this kitchen is off limits for the guests, so there's almost no scary traps in here," said the second person. "But there is one automatic ghost in this room. If you pull that candleholder over there, it comes down from the ceiling. It’s basically nothing more than a plastic skeleton covered in sheets. But it can be pretty scary when it's dark."

The first voice grumbled in disinterest. "Nah. Let's go elsewhere. I'd rather work in the buttery." The other guy agreed, and they left.

Now was the perfect moment for Vivianne, almost drowning in her sweat, to come out of her hiding. The kitchen was empty and now she knew about the ghost; it was apparently at least partially made of linen, so she could probably tear it down and use it as a temporary robe.