Wren swore, "No good, we'll need to get back here, and I want to hang onto that door spell incase we need to get our weapons or get out of here..." She laughed softly, "Hell, I'm not even sure that this place will let you pop in and out, but all we need is to pop from one place anf back within the building... If there's going to be a fire, it's probably going to be on the upper floors. The main floor is too busy and this one is going to be harder to work in with that cleric out there."<br/><br/>her fingers itched for her weapons, but then she smiled wide and picked up the cake of soap from her pile of clothes. grasping each end, she twisted and broke the bar in two, revealing several picks, "We can at least get through doors." She began to pull the slender picks from the soft soap and deposit them into pockets. "Sometimes, old fashioned methods work best... just had to take a minute to push them into the end."