[Inigo is, unsurprisingly, intrigued by the small girl in front of that weird glass walls. Hand on the hilt of his sword, he makes his way over in time to hear the - somewhat odd statement. It gives him pause, but nothing gives Inigo pause for that long.

He considers her words, fingers tapping against his sword.]

The rules seem different here than they were where I'm from. It's probably the same for you, fair young princess!

[He peers at the wall.]

It looks like a door to me.