~Dusting herself off, she glares at the fallen door.~ "Odd... Seems sturdy enough. Must be bad hinge." ~She inspects such and nods her head.~ "uh-huh." ~She then joins Deiter in surveying the interior. She whistles, looking at him by the corner of her eye.~ "Pretty nice eh?" ~She laughs.~ "Besides the door."
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She's starting to read your mind Deiter! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!
Cinnamon poptarts for all!)