Gale eyed the woman with a distinctive distaste. "What am I, a sacrificial lamb?" Ofcourse, he expected Lea to answer 'yes,' and went about to studying the statue while she busied herself elsewhere. Lea couldn't feel herself trigger anything as she approached one of the doors flanking the room, though the one she tried appeared to be locked. Although the wood still stood, the door appeared quite weak, almost as if it could be forced open. (Str check if you want to try.)