Oh, the keys had labels... she hadn't seen them before oddly enough.  Toys or Armory... the door she opened was the toys... well hell, that was a<em>lot</em>of toys, but not all of them fun.  Dried blood was not a good sign... this woman... good god, did she get off on this?!  As much as it enraged her, she turned to the other door, and hoped the armory key would open it...