Lana flinched when the door, Doorian, began to shout at her and the accountant. She saw more paperwork appeared for the stranger to do. As she listened and watched the door for a speaker--she found none. The voice sounded closer than a speaker could--louder too. 

She looked up at the ceiling, trying to see if there was an opening for someone to throw the paperwork from--but found a solid ceiling there. 

"We appeared here?" She responded when Doorian finally cooled off--at least it sounded like they did; it's not like a door could have feelings--right?

"Like, magic?" She asked as she looked at the accountant with a bit of sadness. The paperwork did not look fun at all to her. "Like paper appearing out of thin air, and a door talking--magic?"