The fire would work quickly enough on these weeds - it may have been her mood, but they had overstayed their welcome - and with a massive heave of effort, the doors would part.

Between them stood Nita, shoulders braced and looking a fair bit dinged up, but not as if anything had tried to shoot at her for once.

"That's it for here," she said, trying to mask both the exasperation and light exhaustion in her voice. All wizardries still have their price, and it'd still cost her energy to conduct the repairs.

"On to the next job?"