<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/0y8wEtc.jpg)  </div><br/>From behind where Alisandra is expecting the doors, torchlight is the first indication of another exile making her way closer, followed soon after by the appearance of Zabeth, who is finding the leather armor over her cotton tunic to be a welcomed extra layer, despite its cracks, broken fastens, and moldy dusting.  She, too, pauses at the doors, absently fiddling with the hilt of the rusted dagger she'd managed to pick up without greedily hoarding the other weapon... though it was tempting.<br/><br/>She studies the strange, bio-luminescent creatures along the walls, wondering to herself if they were venomous, poisonous when crushed, flammable, or flesh-eating... she shivers just a bit, not from the cold this time-- the fire had saved her from that pain-- but from a memory of a particularly nasty escape tunnel down a lord's kitchen-waste chute where roaches crawled three-deep.  it was hardly worth the coin, at the time.  "No offense, little bugs," she whispers, loud enough only for Alisandra to hear, 'but you just keep to the walls and we won't have any trouble."<br/><br/>Noting Alisandra's care, she waits for the young woman's decision to proceed before testing any individual door, but she opts to scout just a few more steps ahead to ensure that a squeaky hinge or a startled rat won't attract the attention of anything further on.  "Lady and the Tiger time, I suppose," she says, looking back the way they came to see if any other companions have an idea of how to handle the possibilities before them.