"Floundering flippers, huh...?" Bemused was an understatement, quite apparent in Ary's tone of mumble as she tore her eyes away from the dwarf - not because she was much interested in the girl's physique, but because she recognized a lack of hesitation that would fit nicely into their motley crew. Her vocabulary was certainly one to keep around, if anything.

With the four of them (as well as Chip) in the room and still no obvious exit way, Araerys began a sweep of the walls, fingers dragging along the stone as if she might uncover a way out. "Well, I'm with ya there, girly. But unless you're seeing something that I'm not, I don't think there's any way out except to go back through the tunnel," she stated, just as her gaze fell onto a table that held many items of interest; most importantly, was the grate that lay just beneath it. 

In her excitement to point it out, she knocked over a small, black statuette of a dog from the surface of the table, having lunged to point at the bars on the floor and consequently bumping into the thing. "Or through there!" she squeaked, then backpedaled a little as she retrieved the little canine and replaced him on the table. "Though it looks rather small..." She trailed away suggestively as she surveyed the looks on the rest of the girls' faces.