She couldn't move it, so she wedged herself in between the wall and the beam. "And when you're- -not on a women like- -a hound on a scent rag," she growled and pushed with her legs. "You can be charming." She felt the beam start to give and then slide down to the ground with a screeching thud, her landing on top of it. She coughed from the dust and sat up slowly. "Okay, I saw holes in the next part of the shaft, I'm betting they're poison darts."