There don't seem to be any more daemons nearby. After being informed of the fate of her shirt, she looks down at it without reaction.<br/>"Damn. Thing must have torn it right off. No point in crying about it, the Mojave's hardly cold or anything. More of those things down the elevator, but it's a no-go without some way to climb back up."<br/>The Overseer's office is seemingly further down the vault.