"This thing gonna be any good at dampening that sound?" she asks, looking at the door in front of them and reaching behind her back for her sword—before remembering that she probably doesn't need to do that yet, putting it back, and clenching her fists. She can literally bust this door down if she needs to.

"I like our odds against those things versus a portable spellbook and a murder robot, but I don't wanna fight them if I can avoid it." She's trying really hard not to mention again how much that shit's been on her mind since she decided to head back in here. How killing the big dangerous monsters seems like much more of a risk if they can fight back after they're dead. Like the brain did.