Sarah watches Lorenzo and Unit break down the door and make their ingress, grumbling, "I coulda had it off it's hinges in half the time." She wisely opts to hang back with Shiori though, intuition dictating that it would be better for the more armored members of the party to lead the way...And for her to stay out of the splash zone of any nastiness.

As the door hits the ground in the small room beyond, a glass case rises up from the floor, with a sign that says 'Level 1 complete. "What have we got here, Stef?"
"Although it seems our intrepid party doesn't need them," she says, bored as ever, "they've won a six-pack of healing potions. Whether it's a papercut or a fall into a spiked pit, Potions of Healing. Available wherever fine alchemical products are sold."
"Ah," the Host continues, "but now we come to a greater challenge. What will it be? Door number 1?" A light comes on with a loud "thump" illuminating a door to the left, with a picture of a spined devil on it. "Door number 2?" Another light falls on another door, straight ahead, with a picture of a bullywug painted on. "Or door number 3?" A third door, to the right, has a picture of Creig.

Unit takes the potions, handing them out with telekinesis.  "Out of the three, I'd rather deal with a frog than Creig."

Jennifer considered the devil door.

“I think it might be a Spinagon. They’re pretty low on the infernal hierarchy, but they’re also pretty pointy. I could try to pull rank on him, but I don’t want to just pull the ‘I’ll tell my daddy on you!’ card. That feels kinda like cheating and the guy’s probably just doing his job after all.”

Jennifer seemed confused. “What do you mean? Your devils don’t serve Hell? That feels... wrong. In that case I vote for the devil door. As a cleric of Asmodeus, I think it’s my duty on principle to either bring him back to the grace of Hell, or smite the traitor on behalf of the Lord of the Ninth.”