"Oh god, a bath. Oh that sounds heavenly right now. I must smell like a wet dog."

She takes the torch out of the sconce and holds it up, looking around for any signs or symbols that might indicate a direction they're suppose to take.

The question is easily solved when she discovers a dead end only a few paces away from where they'd collapsed.

"Not this way." She pivots on her heel and points back the other direction.