Thanks. [In a way, the information is useful. Anemone had yet to try and doors herself.

She storms over to the young girl, crouches down, and yells.]

Hey weirdo! Why don't you use some of that magic to bust us out of here, huh?

[Unsurprisingly, the memory girl doesn't even acknowledge her. Anemone huffs and stares back at the real Cinnamon.]

Okay. There's gotta be a way out, right? What do you know about this... [Anemone stares around, but she keeps focusing back on the little prodigy.] ...place.