Mae sort of glanced to Cath out of the corner of her eye and shrugged a little but said nothing. Yeah, she could have blown the door easily and with minimal damage but whatever. No need to show off that particular skill no matter how much she wanted to. "But... those doors aren't wood work. They're metal. Better be a powerful saw." And then the rest of Sean's words sort of hit her, "How in the He--World are you going to break through the window? Aren't those sorts of things meant to stand hurricane propelled hail and sh--such?"
It was so hard to remember to watch her language but she was doing well enough. Hopefully. Again, she glanced to Cathair, "And if the Roomba-thing has to go up?" Because really, who knew how the systems twisted and turned while they were in the rooms.
Mae shook out her hand a little, bandaged finger and weak shoulder starting to throb from the way she was leaning on the table. She settled back in her chair and fished a tiny bottle of ibuprofen from her pocket, popping the lid and pouring the last bright orange tablet out on the table. Poor lonely ibuprofen.