Instead of fanning herself with her hand, she used the cell door, swinging it closed firmly enough to create a slight breeze that fanned over her even as the metal door clanged shut.
Oh you clever, clever girl. /s You distracted Mac long enough with your confounding turtle analogies to lure him into your trap. And you managed to use the door not only as a fan for your hot and bothered self, but also as a key component in your
Machiavellian plan. Bravo! Doors for the win!
