In retrospect, the heat of the doorknob should probably have been evident before Lia touched it. She wasn't anticipating it, wasn't paying attention to such minute cues, and so she'd grasped it before she noticed. She hissed a soft Nehelese curse and jerked her hand back, waving it as though to cool her singed fingers as she glared at the door. And wished it was a person. After a few seconds thought, she lit upon a solution to the small problem, and wrapped the tail of her coat around the knob to open the door and let herself out into the hall.