A-aye, like as not.

[ she's beginning to regain her composure, straightening up and evening her breath, smoothing her rumpled skirt and hair. ]

My apologies, I am not normally so..

[ nervous? easily frightened? generally speaking alisaie has a heart of steel, but gods, that door has her shaken - or it had, in the moment, when she had felt its odd tugging at her soul. ]

There is something very wrong with that door.

[ which, yeah, certainly makes it suspicious. ]

Though I am not sure that we should approach it before we are more sure of our position here..