As she approached the door, concentrating more on the notes, than the door, she'd find her hand subconsciously moving in a specific pattern. Touch, touch, touch... seven spots in a row, followed by the soft hum of a magical barrier fading, as the door slowly hissed open.<br/><br/>Alabaster was pulled out of her own study of notes at the action. "You... you opened it?" she asked, startled.<br/><br/>Sadly, the interior contained no visible mound of golden treasure, but rather, a hazy, purpleish mist, that seemed to form an entrance. It didn't seem to be a protection... more, from her memories, simply a doorway.