[It's fortunate that he stops at opening the door. That he doesn't actually go in. Because there's a nearly invisible tripwire that spans the length of the door, just as knee-height, and it wouldn't have ended well if he'd, well, tripped it.]
Don't move.
[It's sharp and loud, as Rosalind steps forward. There's an enormous noise coming out of her lab, a thrumming that sets the teeth on edge, as she emerges from the shadows with a knife. The scent of blood is in the air, and she favors her left arm, presenting her right side first.]
. . . step carefully. I've a number of traps. Don't trip the wire in the doorway.
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Don't move.
[It's sharp and loud, as Rosalind steps forward. There's an enormous noise coming out of her lab, a thrumming that sets the teeth on edge, as she emerges from the shadows with a knife. The scent of blood is in the air, and she favors her left arm, presenting her right side first.]
. . . step carefully. I've a number of traps. Don't trip the wire in the doorway.