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"Well," Ametrine said, observing that there was nothing about the room beyond what she had first noticed. "I'm certainly not staying here. Who knows what awaits beyond that door." For all intents and purposes, she was "with" Hector. Outside of this situation, factions could do what they wished. Inside of it, Ametrine wasn't going to let something like that stop her from utilizing every available resource. Yes, that included even bone headed Serandite. ... At least Captain Serandite was beginning to see reason.

It would be an alliance of a temporary nature, a truce that could not hope to last outside of the strange world they moved through, but one that was vital to them now. Fragile as it was, without it they might very well be doomed. "My initial theory was that we had stumbled upon the seven dwarves' cottage. It would not be out of the realm of possibility, given that I think the last... area... I was in featured the three little pigs." She addressed Serandite directly, though her attention was swiftly drawn away.

Let Hector (Prince Hector?) be the one to open the door. She was all okay with that idea. As Marlo had said, she would not be the one getting shanked. Who knew if the door was trapped? The door of the brick house (har har har) had been so hot to the touch that it had nearly burned her. Could this door be like the other? From what she could tell, it didn't resemble it... but then, did it have to to have a similar function?

"The hell." She said at the voice. Lyra walked over to join Hector as well with the knocking. Though any amount of talking seemed to end the same, and that was with... no response.

"....Are we going to have to break this door down?" She asked no one in particular. Lyra honestly was wary of the door and what was behind it too- but if they were going to get out of this world it was not going to be sleeping on these beds. Being a senshi she was tossed into dangerous situations more than she liked to admit- this was just another of those times. I have a feeling we are prisoners. If there is someone watching the door... She thought.

Turning around she looked around the room to see if there would be anything useful in getting this door open. "We could ram the door with the table.." She eyes the table with the water on top of it.

"Ram it with a bed." It was said very quietly, but the edge was still in Black Lady's tone that Hector had set there with his presence. She'd considered simply screaming at him some more until he fought back and then she could simply strangle the life from his body - in an ideal world. This was not remotely an ideal world. No doubt the girl in the glittery hood would pull her right off, as would the boy Marlo, Serandite didn't seem happy about things either and she really wasn't so interested in hurting a girl who reminded her much of herself. Herself in another time and place, but nonetheless...no.

So instead, she simply made a suggestion and walked to put water in a cup, draining it and chugging it down before gasping for breath and pouring another, drinking from that. It had been a very long time since she'd had anything to eat either, but water was a start. Chibiusa hadn't at all been thrilled at the prospect of potentially drinking from that inky darkness. Cooled and moistened her throat opened again. "If you kick the door and it does not move, you will just be hurt. While that does not make me sad, it might make someone else sad and then you will have to be left here when we leave." She might need fodder later, after all.

She was always a heavy sleeper. Waking up, Sailor Walküre noticed that she was, yet again, tarty to the party. When did she even fall asleep? She grunted and put her hand on her head; this was getting annoying.

She stood up. "Um, hey! How long were you going to let me sleep?" Her arms were folded and her eyes glared across the room.

So Walküre was finally awake. Aquarius nodded in her direction, feeling a bit relieved to not be the only one who was clearly missing a few details. Nobody seemed to have all the answers, but nobody was sharing the information they had, either. It was really frustrating.

"You didn't miss much," she assured Walküre by way of an excuse. "Just a catfight and a creepy voice." She downed the rest of her water and, still holding the cup, scanned the room. If the door was under surveillance, it might be more prudent of them to look for other ways out. Maybe a window. But there were no windows, only paintings.

Maybe there was more to the paintings than met the eye.

Serandite's comment naturally drew Aquarius' attention to that painting in particular. She looked over, at first trying to see if it might hold a clue to how they could escape, or hide a window or a passage behind it. But when she got a good look at the woman depicted, she bit her lip. There was something very familiar about her... but Aquarius couldn't afford to lose her focus. Not now.

"Does the door have to be the way out?" she asked the room in general, approaching the painting. "If it's being watched, wouldn't it be better to find an alternate route?"

"Do you guys not know the meaning of 'ask'," Hector said, voice low, completely exasperated. There was another dramatic temple-rubbing. "Jesus! And people accuse me of rushing on in. I'm not going to knock down the door until we talk to the lady. It's not like she said 'shut up and stay in there until we can eat you,' children, so if she comes back with that then we can try ramming."

He knocked again, and raised his voice: "We're all awake," he called out. "We'd like to come out now, ma'am."

"I told you once Hector," Marlo went to the table and set his glass down. A rainy day and then a glass of water was enough liquids for him. "I am not going to wrestle a bear for you. Bears also include crazy cannibalistic women. Should it even be a woman, or by slight chance it's a man. Same principle." He sighed. He wanted out. He wanted to go home. "I will back you up in a fight I suppose. Just not a pointless one." Thus, not with the pink haired woman. "But if she," (referring to the woman below), "says to stay here I will break down that door. My patience is pretty shot at this point."