"Young Indiana Jones is the greatest hing on TV and I won't hear a word against it," Dinah tells him cheerfully.

That doesn't stop her shifting her weight so she's got a solid stance as the door swings back into the wall, with all the appropriate creaking noises a door should carry.

Beyond that, she sees:

A pleasant field of verdant grass, stretching out to a distant horizon.

And absolutely no sign of a forest.