"So much for having a nice and quiet dig for once," Asaigh mutters, as she takes a few steps back and to the side of the door to the hallway. Of course, that idea had gone down the drain the moment she'd been attacked by those robotic wolves. But she'd managed to maintain some hope that it wouldn't get any worse. A foolish idea, really. "I need to start hiring help."

She traces several symbols on her journal, then in the air in front of her. The book's pages begin to ruffle as though a slight breeze had just blown past her, and the tips of her fingers begin to glow with a sickly green energy. "Right, whatever you are, come on out so I can catalogue you." She doesn't seem terribly impressed by the bangs on the door, nor the size that's implied by the shaking. almost like she's seen it all before.