The tiefling's wandering gaze stops and she studies the wall for a few moments, lips pursing...Then she shrugs and points at the wall. "Door."<br/><br/>She glances across towards where Wren is perusing the map. "What're we under? Which street or cross-street? Make a lot of enemies pokin' around the private entrance of a merchant-house or a brothel...Not much better botherin' smugglers."<br/><br/>Ghaazala's shoulders roll in a shrug that combines feigned indifference with the loosening of a few more loops of chain. "Nobody behind that door as'd welcome strangers tryin' to kick it in...But I'd rather know what enemies I'm makin', see?"