Eyeing the vines as they twitch in the other brush, she shrugs her shoulders and tries to imagine what one of them might do to a door.

"I doubt it," Fortescue hazards. "Unless they know how to wiggle the handles."

Around here, one never really knows about these things. For all she knows, the extra-handsy plant is an unpleasant newcomer to Teleios. That would be a terrible bit of luck. More than likely, however, this is just like when Teleios was invaded by creatures. Mass chaos with some sort of agent cause.

Because that's usually what it boils down to. Agents.

"Shall we try one?"