I did no such thing; volume any louder and my head will split for pain. [she smooths some of her hair out of her face (only for it to fall back) before getting to her feet and shaking sand off her skirts while turning to scrutinize the door that she'd walked through.

after carefully stepping closer, she feels around and picks at one of the hinges, trying to get her fingernail underneath it somehow, but--] Ach--ow. [she withdraws, shaking her hand.

calling aloud so she doesn't have to turn:] Have you any tools on-hand? Or even something to improvise with?