With their little scouting mission having gone swimmingly, and with nothing more they could do there, Rissle would lead Malark back outside so that she could make a meal, or atleast bellyfiller out of him, and he could get his answers. Though she might be awfully tempted to just digest him, she had given him her words, and besides, as much as his charm was appetizing, it was also endearing. And you know, he had kind of helped her out a lot, so she owed him atleast a little! On the way over she pondered aloud on how to break in through the trapdoor without using explosive magic or something. Just a lot of slashes with an axe, she supposed, she didn't know of anyone capable of silently dismantelling a solid door from the outside.