There must be a way to open this door, we simply must keep trying.

[The door is an entirely foreign barrier for Elizabeth as well. There is no knob, no handle to which grasp which may open the door. She pushes against it once more, putting her wait and only then does the door slide open with a whoosh, sending Elizabeth stumbling into the room.

She's not sure how she opened the door but she looks around the barren room, it's very basic, reminding her of something not completely unlike a prison cell. But they will make due as they had often done underneath Westminster Abbey.]

I know it is not what we may be accustomed to, but I know we can endure nonetheless.