"All right," says Bee to his instructions, dutifully logging it away as hard as she can. She's always had a very good memory; hopefully she wouldn't forget something like this.

At his suggestion, she slides off the table, feeling rejuvenated and much safer to explore with his company. "Sounds good to me. Which door do you suppose?"

Discounting her unpleasant basement door, there are two others, one to the left and one to the right. She glances between them thoughtfully.