Not risking a glance at Miaren, assuming she is safe and well, Fern pads silently across the glossed expanse. Her bare feet leaving light foot prints, her own body oils marring the perfection of the woody reflection.<br/><br/><em>Try a door girl, you gotta find some way outta here.</em><br/><br/>Her inner voice her only companion for the moment, she skits to one of the doors, a not quite pointed enough ear almost, but not quite pressing against it to hear what noises might reside within.