Lucy, about to contribute a view of her own, turned head sharply in the direction of opening door.
"No, don't-!"
As Fox closed it behind, however, Lucy felt suddenly deflated of hope, but rushed in the same direction, nonetheless. Racing past the boy-who-wasn't in a futile attempt to reopen the... The... The entrance and... But just as before, try as she might, all efforts were repudiated. The thing simply would not budge and, with this being the latest arrival, the brunette was starting to have severe reservations about what was going on.
"There's somethin' very fishy about all this," she called to the rest. "The back door won't open, neither!"
With that, she looked about, suddenly wishing for a coat to pull tight around her person...