Becca took a deep breath. In her head she mad ea mental double check of what she would need to attempt to crack the door and where it was in her pack. She did not want to be digging through her bag while everyone was waiting on her. That would be unbelieveably embarrassing. Luckily she had a good memory and she remember where everything was. Her hand came up and took a grip on the strap of her pack, while the other brushed the hair out of her eyes. She was as ready as she would ever be.<br/><br/>Now she simply waited for things to start moving.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>