Once she's on sweet, solid metal, Toph yanks off her shoes and MAN that floor is cold but she refuses to put her boots back on already. Looking, looking-- aha.

"First off, let's get rid of this draft."

She runs to the weapons mount on the wall and peels the six-foot square off the wall like it's an old poster. A spin and violent shove, and the slab flies across the room to patch the entrance, denting the frame around it with its overlap.

Does she have your attention now?