K'pandolu turned to watch Mary working, and jerked back when the trap was triggered. "Alchemists," she growled. Oh, certainly they were useful, at times, but this kind of thing that could do without. There weren't any immediately obvious sources of fabric, so she went for her pocket instead, trying to pull a piece of spare fabric out to hold for the nearest person. "Get the door- that should help." She thought she could smell whatever it was, and hoped the fresh air might counteract that.