Magda followed after Stigga, fuming to herself, still annoyed that she had clearly offended the warrior. Damn it, she thought to herself, I'll have to make it up to her later, somehow.<br/><br/><br/>When they reached the door, she'd come back to herself enough to focus on the task at hand, moving quietly forward behind Stigga as before. Pistol in one hand, luminator in the other, she lit the door as the others examined it, and readied herself to follow when she entered. Her heart was pounding as she prepared herself to meet whatever monsters were in the dark beyond, which seemed to make the walls bleed grey.