If Spook had to guess, the woman was a desk-jockey or something similar, not the sort who went out into the streets when things got hectic. She was standing close enough that getting behind her before any guns could be safely aimed held potential. How good of a hostage would she make? The further Spook went into the building, the harder escape was going to be. This might be her best shot, bad as it seemed. Her mind went through the possible outcomes.<br/><br/>The woman was expendable, the guards shoot immediately and kill them both. Shit plan.<br/><br/>The woman was important, the guards don't shoot. Alarms sound, a stand off occurs, someone lines up a safe shot. Shit plan.<br/><br/>The woman was<i>vital</i>, the guards didn't risk opening fire for fear of even a slight wound. Spook could drag her back to the entrance with one arm. Then what... demand a vehicle? No, that'd have a tracer anyway. Trying to run through Pangea stark naked with WatchTower after her wasn't any better.<br/><br/>"I'm moving already," she answered, taking hesitant steps into the room. "Keep your pants on why don't you? Not all of us have that luxury."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>