Six Sentence Sunday

Here's Delila again:

A bulky man let me in. With a jerk of his head he walked down a short hallway to a set of spiral stairs and waved a hand downward.

"You first, muffin," I said. As I suspected, he descended slowly and carefully to avoid the traps that had been set so blatantly in my honor. When a guillotine swung down, he ducked. I leaped neatly onto the chain and smiled at him as it moved back and forth. "I'll take it from here. Thanks!"

She's spunky.