pay no attention to the frustration behind the doors

Shaking her head in what was probably a mixture of dumbfoundedness and dismay, she studied the doors around her once more. No, there had to be a reason. It could be illusory magic - there was no denying that the weirdest stuff happened on Manta Carlos, so hat was definitely in the realm of possibility - but that would have been explaining it away without proof. If there was a way in, there had to be a way out.. right?
Never in a million years was she going to admit there wasn't an exit, nor was she to admit that she was a bit frightened by the implications of such a setting. Would they get out?
Aswan sighed, as she listened to Bea's explanation about illusions or glamours or whatever magic it was this time, and fidgeted with the rims of her glasses. A common tic of hers.
"Maybe," she replied, taking care to ensure her tone was even and confident, "but if it is magic, then assumedly there would have to be a failsafe. A way to ensure the spell worked. A workaround. A weak point. Something I - I mean we can use to exit this... whatever this is." Worst-case scenario, Roland would realize she was gone, and come looking, and no matter how clingy he was, he was certainly a good performer of magic. Wouldn't he know a bit more about magic than she did?
Then again, all her time on this island had been spent studying, so perhaps not. Either way, that wasn;t the major concern now. What the major concern was, was getting out of this library.
"We're not trapped, we're just.... er.... far from the exit. Wherever that is." She muttered that last part under her breath, searching for an indicator of the exit.

@Keen

"Hm?" Absentmindedly, she nodded in response to Bea's figuring it out comment, still looking for some sort of exit (though there were doors all around her, so that was fairly stupid, in hindsight) "Mmm-hmm." If thee were some sort of exit around her, what would be the best way to go about finding it? Surely, since magic was essentially energy, there had to be some sort of rhyme or reason to it...? Hmm.... Fowl's coefficient, perhaps? Or she could try phasing through the doors to look around - ah, but then she'd get stuck if she lost concentration, and besides, her powers were out of comission, and were the very reason she'd decided to come here.
Aswan was really starting to get tired of magic.

"Our phones!"
Bea's yelling jolted Aswan out of her trance-like state, and she snapped her head back to the giant woman, who was now pulling out a rather large, exorbitantly bedazzled cellphone. She wondered dimly if Bea had used every sapphire on the face of the Earth for it. After Bea had pointed it into Aswan's face (barely missing her nose), the ghost girl studied the phone's screen. "Are you sure you even have signal?" she replied, skeptical as ever. "That may be a good idea in theory, but put into practice it needs quite a few variables filled." Who would she even call, if she could of course call them? Roland was practically not an option, as what happened earlier must have hurt him to the nth degree.
"I think I - er, we, can find a way out of this ourselves, as well."
It was clear that, though Aswan thought of it as being logical... really, she was just being stubborn.

@Keen

Admittedly, Aswan hadn't caught the service bars of the phone when Bea had showed it to her - she'd been too distracted by the bedazzled phone case - but she wasn't about to admit it to the woman's face. Clearly, yes, they were stuck. But there was some shame to the word. Another failure? Most likely. No, she was sure she could figure this out: Aswan was sure of it. She'd only gotten startled by the strange properties of the doors. As a result, she turned to investigate the doors behind her.
Until, of course, Bea's patronizing tone permeated the air. Ouch - what a sting to her pride, being patronized as such! Aswan rolled her eyes.
"Not that I have had an epiphany, exactly, but more that I refuse to give up on a simple puzzle. Unless you've given up alread - "
She stopped mid-sentence. Even she didn't believe herself on the puzzle bit, and anyway she was noticing that her words had turned a certain shade of condescending, which was concerning in it's own right.
Sigh of frustration.
"Apologies. What I meant to say was that that is a viable solution, if we have the service for it. I wanted to see if I can solve this si - this puzzle."
It wasn't an outright admittance of defeat, but it was something close to it.

@Keen

Well, Aswan reasoned with herself, trying not to prick at Beatrice, she does have priorities, i suppose. And her reasoning about the time does seem to be sound. She nodded, convincing herself. At least she had had the decency to explain herself, that Beatrice. Though, she could do without that harsh tone. Getting back up, Aswan took a deep breath. She hated to say it, but -
"Alright, fine. Let's call for help and get out of here. You're right, it's much faster and we won't have to spend more time here."

She barely finished her sentence before Bea had pulled a bag of chips from her bag, currently in the process of munching on them, content as could be. That sadisitc (?) edge to her smile was gone. She'd gotten Aswan to admit defeat. And here she was, eating chips.

"In the meantime, though," she mused to herself, pulling out a tiny notebook and pen, "it wouldn't hurt to study the magic in place here, confusing as it may be...."

For a second there, Aswan got lost in studying the door in front of her. It didn't appear to have any sort of magic applied to it... "Ah! Er, yes - my name is Aswan..." she replied distractedly, still looking over the door. Something in the jamb? Perhaps something in the hinges that changed a setting whenever one opened the door... Her eyes caught on the shiny doorknob. Perhaps it was something - some sort of mechanism - in the knob when turning it?

From the side of the room, she heard the crunch of more chips in Bea's mouth. Okay, so maybe she didn't have chips for herself, but she was always sure to bring around some chocolate in her pocket. Pulling it out from her own tiny knapsack, she took a bite and kept studying the door.

"Do you happen to know how magic affects doors?" Aswan called out to Bea.