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She let out a soft cheer as the security camera was taken out by Jack.  AND, bonus, it was a paintball gun she had summoned and not one of those automatic death machines.  She turned a broad smile toward Casper.  [color=BA68A6]"Not me, mon amie.  Don't be fo'gettin' y'alls shoes now."[/color]  She gestured to his fallen footwear before following Jack to the door.  And SCORE! It was open.  How lucky.  How fortuitous.  How goddamn suspicious.  She placed a hand on Jack's arm, looking up at him with concern creasing her eyebrows.  [color=BA68A6]"This smells like a trap cher,"[/color] she said quietly.

She removed the hand from his upper arm and pushed her fingers into the void.  A white circular light glowed around her now missing arm as she dug about in that space.  After a few moments of her fingers brushing over objects she finally felt the familiar grip of her hammer.  She pulled it back out through the void, feeling much better prepared for what was behind the door.  [color=BA68A6]"Je suis prêt à partir."[/color]