After taking some time to recover, Marianne slowly opened her eyes, taking stock of the situation.  It didn't look like they were in immediate danger, though it would be hard to do anything with arms and legs cuffed like this.  "I'm fine... a little bruised, but nothing serious," she said, stretching as much as she could to make sure nothing was broken.<br/><br/>Looking around, she spotted the hallway out of the room.  "Well, no sense in staying here.  Come on, Kit," she said, seemingly to no one.  Once she finished speaking however, one of her tattoos, a brown fox with its own swirling black tattoos, started to move.  It bounded along her flesh, up along her stomach, over her shoulder, down her arm, and onto the ground, growing into a full-sized fox as it moved.  "I'm going to look down the hall and see what's there," she said to the rest of the group, turning to the fox to add "Keep an eye out for anything dangerous."  Without waiting to see if any of the group would follow her, she went down the hall, stopping at the door to listen for anything unusual.