Despite what she saw, Santana needed to walk a bit longer along a mountain path before she found herself standing before a set of double doors leading to what she hazard to guess as a reception building. The outside of the building itself appeared far different to anything Santana had seen in Fiore thus far, and yet it possessed something familiar about it. Not one to ponder on the beauties or intricacies of architecture, however, she immediately pressed forward, or tried at least; the doors would not budge for her efforts. Locked perhaps? Still clinging tightly to the bulky leather sack with one hand, the woman tried her best against to pull the door ajar with one hand but failed miserably before resorting to kicking it with the sharp end of her heels. Although it created a ruckus, the door had not budged, but it occurred to her that perhaps something louder would get someone to open up the place from the inside.
Santana backed up slowly away from the doors to the building and reached for the magical pistol hanging from her waist before gripping it and pointing it at the air.
"I am Santana de Ronda!" The woman exclaimed aloud with a Stellan accent, hoping her voice would carry. "And I am here to hunt monsters!" With that, she fired the pistol into the air for good measure, certain it would get the attention of someone inside if her voice had not done so already.