As Lana felt the door start to open, one of the figures behind her began to speak. She felt nothing at her ankle and groaned, though the stranger probably thought she might be whining at them. 

And then the stranger went and grabbed the door in the process and turned it himself before she could open it. Lana stood and took a few steps back, crossing her arms over her upper stomach as the strange person opened the door fully, letting light enter the stone room they were enclosed in before.

And then she heard a voice say,  "Hey! What the hell are you doing the doors open!".

The stranger then talks to the voice and replies, but if she didn't know better, it seemed he was talking to the door itself. 

Preposterous.

The stranger fell, and papers--tax papers--fell out of thin air. The person began to sort through the documents stating they were an accountant.

"What the fuck is going on?" Lana said aloud. She peered back at the third person still slumbering in the darkness behind them. Stepping through the door, [color=f7941d][b]she nudged some of the papers as she walked by[/b][/color].

Turning around, she looked down at the accountant stranger and said, "Did this door just give you its taxes?"

"Am I tripping on acid?" She asked herself more than anyone else.

"Hey," she said to the accountant. "Are you going to do the taxes?"

"Fuck this."

"Hey, door. Doorian or whatever." She peered close at the door, looking for some speaker to see where the noise came from when it 'spoke' earlier. "Where the hell are we? Were we drugged? Was I drugged?"