"Fair enough," she acknowledges. Magic can tip the scales a lot, especially if they know what they're doing. Or if they're a bunch of lucky jackasses... like the group she's been traveling with.

She tilts her head a little abruptly at that thought, and glances back around the space for a minute. No one's approaching them, that she can see. No animals, no captives, and nobody familiar.

"Uhh... hey. While you were looking around down here, did you see like... any other cells, like this chamber? With other people? Like, a big pale lady with mismatched eyes, or a crow kid, or a half-orc with a scar? Just, by any chance?" No biggie, of course, this is real casual and unconcerned, just super convincingly casual.