Kirsten shared a vexed look with Wanda that simply exclaims, "Men!". The young woman caught herself herself, briefly, in wonder. Had she just found some common ground with the affluent woman after all?
Finding herself naturally inclined to obey the older woman's instructions, whether ofrom some deeply ingrained class-consciousness or simply because they made sense, Kirsten ruefully shrugged herself back into her weather-stained jerkin and took up position in front of the door, in plain view to anyone beside it.
She waited patiently while Malmir was rescued and his wounds seen to.
"Somethings not right. It took time for Werner to get the elf out the pit and for Harbul to tend his wounds. Someone should be here by now."
Tentatively, she leaned forward, across the pit, placing her ear to the door and waving for silence with her free hand. Holding her breath, she listened for a few tense moments, ready to leap back at the first hint of a crossbow being wound.
[Update- see comments]: After a few moments, she shook her head. "Nothing. Just a few scratching noises. Rats perhaps." She returns to surer footing, looking at the others.
"This isn't right. If there are men readying to fight behind these doors, I should hear clinks, scrapes, shuffling. Something at least. But the trapped door? They must have heard us?"