Naomi gave a sigh of relief when the few minutes in the elevator yielded little more than silence. Right away, she noticed the metallic sheen of a true weapon next to a pile of wooden debris piled against a wall. She picked up the heavy curved knife and gave it a few practice swipes and stabs through the air before stashing it in her pocket, replacing the scalpel with it so she might use the tiny blade for something more constructive should she have to. Naomi picked up the box of ammo, it seemed to be for a rifle, but what kind, she could not determine. She consolidated the bullets she had into one box and moved on, searching through the two numbered rooms for anything useful before moving on to the Intensive Care room.