"Hopefully the house won't crumble around us," Vanessa dryly stated, and stopped when a door held her attention, for no particular reason she could fathom. She stepped closer, frowning slightly, and began to pick up words coming from the other side. A thousand voices, low and insistent, in that same guttural mixed language she had spoken. Without thinking, but simply because she must, she reached out to open the door.