As Dave was sucked into what would eventually become their apartment, she closed the doors, and welded them shut with a little bit of flame. She then used her wounded hands to paint a few sigals, runes, and wards all over the door. She followed up by doing the same to the glass front window.
"Okay. You should be good. Even if these get washed off the magic behind them will stay. And as long as no one goes in there and starts digging around for that crystal, he'll be stuck inside. But they'll either need blowtorch to open the door, or a grenade to blast through that glass to do that. And then they'd have to sift through all the junk inside." It really paid off to be a nerd.
Sarah sat down hard on the sidewalk. Her knee was aching her something fierce. And all that magic use at once, was exhausting.