Diaval wasn't convinced.
"No," She said under her breath as she came to a door. Pounding on the doors with her fist she gave up, sinking to the floor and began to cry in frustration. She held her wounded hand to her chest, having hurt when attempting to open the door. Her back was to Markus as her shoulders began to bob with small sobs.
"So, now let's just look for clothes." Mariam said.