She almost doesn't even bother to look, so sure she is of her vision in the dark, but in the process of glancing back as she moves to put her lighter away - pardon.

Integra glances at Boromir, then back at the newly visible door. A beat, and she reaches out and snuffs the flame between gloved fingertips, then looks back.

Nothing.

"I suppose I should ask if we're having the same hallucination," she says, still staring at the space that is no longer a door and holding her lighter. She flicks it on, to no change.