She glances up at the statue, wondering not for the first time what it must be like for those who can't carry themselves around. Odd and disconcerting, but there had to be a point where they'd grow used to it. They're able to leave their physical selves behind, anyway, to go wandering. That's indication enough that sheer exposure (and boredom) can move a person.

"Don't worry too much about it," she offers. "We'll be lookin' through as much as we can tomorrow, whether the doors keep to the same spot or not. You know if they're like to move when people are watchin' 'em or if it's just when they're lookin' away?" That might make the searching a little more complicated.