She steps away from the wall, pressing her palm against it. Opening a door and not going through, or not sending something through, is a bit of a trick. It requires a great deal of focus. She closes her eyes, breathes deeply, and feels for the door that wants to open to Milliways. A smile slips onto her face as she concentrates on her sense memories of the place - the smells, the tastes, the warmth of the hearth - and soon enough, there is a click inside her head and a small hole in the wall.

"Okay," she whispers, her hand hovering close to the opening, just in case it closes before she wishes it to.