The cards go still in her hands.

"It very well might. She also might not be able to get back here any other way."

She gestures with the deck, slower and calmer than a few moments ago. Her eyes, however, have lost none of their focus. "If it's alright--and tell me if it's not--I'll cast the cards. Then we'll know more and we can open or close or slam doors at our leisure." She offers a reassuring smile. "If that's okay."