The woman gave a half-hearted glance around the room, as if hoping someone would jump up and condemn the plan for sheer silliness. When no such cry came, and she was met with either lost or determined looks, her face sagged in acceptance.

"Well then... looks like we're house-crashing some Daedra." She muttered in a somewhat sulky tone, shaking her head slightly. Naenya paid no heed to the woman's clear reluctance, instead looking around at the group of volunteers, very pleased that so many had offered their aid. It was no small thing they were pledging to do, after all. And now that a plan had been formulated - although the plan wasn't much more intricate than "go inside and turn the darned thing off" - she was beginning to feel less dreadful about the whole situation. With a group as large as this, she could maybe even scribble some notes down in her book as they traversed the realm of Mehrunes Dagon. She doubted very much they'd run into the Prince of Destruction himself, but at the same time, prayed it wouldn't happen anyway. However, she couldn't help but let out a somewhat nervous titter at what the first young man said to her about closing the gate for good.

"Oh, I can't promise anything. But an attempt is better than staying in here and burning to death!" She said pleasantly, only just remembering the over-hearing townspeople hidden in the corners. "Not that that will happen! There's not a safer place in the town than here." She added hastily, noticing some children in the arms of their parents relax at her tacked-on sentence; the parents however, didn't look much more relieved. Still, she wasn't exactly wrong - barring perhaps the castle, the chapel was the closest thing to a fortress in the city filled with small homes and delicate buildings.

Naenya's silent pondering of just how well the chapel could withstand a prolonged attack - half the roof was missing, after all, but even that had worked in their favour by blocking off several doors - were brought to a halt as the woman pulled an iron shortsword from her scabbard; giving Martin a somewhat dirty look before heading towards the doors. The guards stationed there looked reluctant to open the doors again, but made no move to attempt to stop the group; they looked just as ashen-faced and frightened as the rest of the survivors. As the group began to ready their weapons and approach the exit, they were joined silently by a few more volunteers from the shadows; one girl clung to her father, asking for him to let her come along and help - he shook his head gently and left her beside the Priest Martin, who looked on at the group with a melancholy gaze, almost as if wishing he could go with them and help. Naenya didn't particularly understand why he couldn't - she'd seen him cut down a few of the demons while making way for the chapel. He could certainly handle himself... but then, this was no small thing to volunteer for.

"Go on, Bobo. The Deadlands is no place for a magpie." Shooing away her avian friend from her shoulder, Naenya fell into step beside the second volunteer of the group, the young man with the fine four-legged canine at his side. "I wouldn't say it's a place for pups either, but I'd say this fine fellow can handle himself. And the other one dog too. Really, now I'm wishing I had a pet hound instead of a magpie. All he does is bring back shiny things - probably steals them from people in the street. Excellent, if I was a thief - but I'm not. Too clumsy, you see. Only thing I can do properly is magic." She chattered away quite happily to Bardeck, but in a more hushed tone than she usually would. It was a very tense situation - people would be jumping at the sound of any loud conversations. Probably. Laughter likely wouldn't help either. Or news of clumsiness - especially in what would definitely be a very dangerous mission. "Well... I suppose I can do other things as well. Research, being one of them. Hence why I hope I'm somewhat useful on this trip." She finished with a half-smile at Bardeck, tapping her mage staff in her hands in an impatient manner; the waiting around was not at all pleasant.

Not that she and the others were waiting for much longer; the Imperial woman had given them only five or so minutes to ready their various weapons and say goodbyes, and the door was pushed open very slowly and carefully; after peeking out and noticing no fireballs, their reluctant leader led the group outside. Whatever had distracted the Daedra, Naenya could not tell; all that was left was a blackened mass of charred flesh, on which one of the stunted scamps was gnawing at. Dotted around the courtyard between the chapel and the main gates were 3 more scamps; 3 clannfears; and 2 dremora mages. The top of the Oblivion Gate could be seen flickering and pulsing behind the walls, but as the sudden appearance of their group drew the sight of their enemy, the churls let forth a guttural roar before summoning 2 more scamps.

"You lot deal with these! I'll get the damned city gates open." The woman barked the orders at them, and Naenya couldn't help but wonder if she was simply ducking out of all the hard work because she was too afraid to face the daedra. Before the bemused Bosmer could even question this, she had already slipped into the shadows as their foes drew near.

"Oh well. Try not to let the clannfears bite you - apparently they have a dreadful grip that's near impossible to throw off." Managing to rattle off this one last bit of advice before launching herself into battle, Naenya tried to steady her nerves by remembering all of the academic knowledge she could gain from this experience. Only after casting a frost bolt at one of the mages did she recall the other reason for doing this.

[i]"Saving the city. Right. Got it."[/i]