Ideally, the reaction should have been somewhere along the lines of compliance. Of course, reality rarely fit into the ideal, and thus, Tear was forced to accept that at least one of the men would always question her motives. If only the younger would follow the elder's words, she wouldn't have to waste anyone's time. She gave a look to the questioner, pulling the magician's staff closer to her torso.

"The door is unlocked, for one," explained Tear, attempting to hide the exasperation. Like always, the attempt proved a little faulty. "For another, I've been ordered to keep it closed until the miasma outside clears. I hope you understand my reluctance to allow any 'practice' on this door." She gave a pointed look at the man, as if silently asking him to find a reason why the Melodist would be so inclined to do otherwise.

She finally shook her head, appearing as put off as the one who had spoken wisely. Did they have to make this more of a hindrance than it already was?