Doing a cursory glance and ensuring that vines aren't trying to flank the two of them -- perhaps she's giving the plant too much credit there, perhaps not -- Fortescue puts her hang on the knob. And, thankfully, it turns. Perhaps because the shops are in such flux, or perhaps because it's only been recently abandoned. Either way, she's grateful as she opens the door and stands to the side to let Neria enter.

She raises her arm and intensifies the blaze on it, just in case vines behind them try to get bold as they move.

"Seems to be!"

There are, oddly enough, perks to living in a place where people come and go fairly often. Though the perks, for some, don't outweigh the sorrow of a departed friend.

"Let's hope they're not too determined."