"I just might take you up on that," Ana told him. Magic, beyond the kind that lived in her blood, was something she had next to no experience with. And it wasn't something that could be combated with her teeth or claws, either. She wasn't a witch, she didn't have that ability.
"Are we breaking into the possible basement?" she asked. "Because that I could probably help with." And by help, she likely meant tearing off a door handle, or something to that effect. It might not be elegant, but sometimes that wasn't what was called for.