Taria winced as the shot went wide and left a nice  thumbprint-sized scorch mark on the wood above where the brief fight took place. her tongue poked out a bit.<strong>"You know, I don't think the shrimpdog was hostile..."</strong>She holsters the laser, checking her gloves briefly, brow quirking.<strong>"Which is it captain, do you want me to follow after circuitboard and sweep up if she triggers something that smashes her, or do nonspecific somethings with Astrid?"</strong>She looks over her shoulder at the Fetchling, bouncing her eyebrows exaggeratedly<strong> "Cause I'm totally down for that."</strong>She giggles softly, then looks around<strong>"Four corners and right angles captain. Just like I said, USSR construction. I'll bet they even added grey dye to the foundation's concrete just to be sure."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"C'mon Astrid, let's make sure there aren't any untoward air currents in this large bare room. Maybe we can find a baby shrimpdog for Nopsys."</strong>Since 'Phally' sounds<em>bad</em>. She moves towards the door, giving it the same checking-over as the one they came in by.<strong>"Y'know if we're <em>really</em> lucky we might find another sharp rock-stick. I can feel that debt lightening already."</strong><br/><br/>Yes, she's complaining, in the most cheerful voice she can manage. But at least no one is asking her to lick something and see what it is. To be fair, she only did that to Maud once, and it turned out to be imitation candied tuna, so he didn't mind. At least she's pretty certain he didn't mind. Maybe that was a grimace, and not a delighted smile... no, he was totally into the sweet fish.<br/><br/><strong>"Who takes the time to carve directional words into a panel, especially if they don't actually go anywhere?"</strong>she calls out, after examining the door.<strong>"Either whoever dropped their rock-stick has already been there, in which case we're probably screwed, or... Well, I heard this one story about a group that opened a door in a place like this, and on the far wall, someone had wrote the word 'overthinking.' They spent so long trying to figure it out that they all starved to death."</strong>She leans her back against the wall next to the door.<strong>"I mean maybe it's apocryphal, but it still makes sense. For all we know, it just means a heterosexual person got stranded here. Do you want this door open or not? Or should I stand back and watch Maud do it?"</strong><br/><br/>(assuming she found no reason to suspect traps... 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=72890)) She reaches out to turn the knob and nudge the door open.<strong>"Oops. beat him to it."</strong>