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She stumbles a little upon entry, the floor just that far enough lower than she was expecting to throw off her balance. By the time she's got her feet underneath her and is no longer at risk of twisting her ankles, the door has closed.

Emphatically.

Clara is equally emphatically not happy about this.

"NO! This is not what he meant by somewhere defensible, let me through, you cow!" She rails as she hauls on the door handle frantically.