What cowardice! Lilith slams open the door, without a key. It is pointless to knock when the inside could be something worth while, worth the slam. Slam, slam, slam. Steel like gazes open the door, she slams it open and finds the room and begins to inspect each and every artifact. For here she has found a kindling, a spark of life, a memory kind, a fondness of something missed she did not know, the mind begins to wrap around each artifact and she laughs genuinely for the first time. The room begins to darken, to heat up but she is very busy with her new toys and does not notice that the heat has increased.