Right. There's no telling what shape they'll be in. I wasn't able to get a close enough look earlier, but I'm willing to bet some of them are... worn out.

[In various ways, potentially, depending on what the owner here has them doing— but mostly, she's willing to bet they're underfed and tired of being restrained.

She nods in agreement, quickly looking in either direction before reaching for the door that leads to the hallway of dressing rooms, pressing her back against it as it opens and quickly waving Zidane through.]

This way!