Quitxi steadies her blade... "Watch him..."  she surveys the fallen, checking for movement that might indicate that one of them is bluffing, and is rewarded with a wave of nausea at the sight of the most recently dispatched bandit's opened carcass-- not to mention the smell of the fresh arterial spray and digestive works, spread over the stone and dirt floor.  She sets her jaw and turns toward the door...<i>messy business, this... messier even than I thought... but blood washes away...</i>she sidles to the open door and peers inside, the letting her blade do the work of opening the door where it's half-closed as it settles into its hinges.   She pans her gaze over the room beyond, searching it quickly as she enters with cautious steps.