She'd been about to yell again when the door was suddenly yanked open. She let out an audible sigh of relief and honestly she didn't rightly care what the man looked like who had freed her from the supply closet. All that mattered to her right then was that she was no longer trapped.

Flashing him a warm smile, she began to step around him and out of the closet. Her smile faltered though when he spoke and truly, she had no idea what he was talking about. A metaphor? What in...??

"Shénme? I'm sorry, I don't rightly know what you're talking about. What sort of metaphor are you talking about?" She stared at him, her confusion written clearly on her features, but then she remembered... He'd opened the door for her! "Oh! Thank you, I should have said that right away. I don't even know how long I was stuck in there," she said, her gaze flickering momentarily to the closet and then it was right back on him. "Thank you, truly."