With her hand on the wall to guide her path, Deja blindly walked the hall, following where the Mistress Yui had walked. She came to a door, one sizeable enough for one person to fit through at a time, and from the feeling her palms sent to her minds eye, it was nothing grand. With her sensitive ears, she could hear two persons talking within, one, the familiar voice which had crunched a treat into its mouth during the opening ceremony, female, and presumeably Yuis, and another a deep voice expressing concern over matters she did not care to listen to for fear of eavesdropping. With her parasol folded under her arm and Kimono hugging her tightly, she rapped her fist lightly against the door.