"The rumor had to come from somewhere, though. Based on what we've already seen..." Angus at least seemed somewhat confident; in fact, most of them did. Enough to make jokes about all of it, at least. Maybe there was a better explanation after all. Still ridiculous amounts of danger, of course, but explainable danger.
Thief duty called, and Sonia forced herself to cross the room without being entirely sure why that specific door was the right one. "It might not be too hard for you to learn how to do this yourself, I mean, you've got the finesse for it, it just..." Right. Claws. Do they have lockpicks for claws? Surely with so many harpies in the thieving business someone would have figured that out. "Never mind. Maybe later though..." Eventually, the lock clicked from within, and Sonia backed away from the door more impressed than anything about picking a lock with nearly numb hands. "That should do it, but I'm not opening it."