[Pretty worrisome, for a normal person! Ninety-Nine simply doesn't understand what one has to do with the other, however, so she meets the declaration with a simple,] I don't understand.
[What has that got to do with anything? She wonders if it must be some kind of met a four, those things people say to mean other things that she has always found somewhat annoying ever since she learned it was a thing people do.]
That door. There's something blocking it.
[The others are silent, though that doesn't mean they don't have dangers lurking behind them. Her senses aren't picking up on anything but the vaguely-human-but-not-quite sounds of movements emanating from the smell of rot.]
no subject
[What has that got to do with anything? She wonders if it must be some kind of met a four, those things people say to mean other things that she has always found somewhat annoying ever since she learned it was a thing people do.]
That door. There's something blocking it.
[The others are silent, though that doesn't mean they don't have dangers lurking behind them. Her senses aren't picking up on anything but the vaguely-human-but-not-quite sounds of movements emanating from the smell of rot.]