Finally, the ground floor exits. Martini made for a door outside on the other side of the building from Xylath's position, moving quickly but quietly in case additional patrols had already been dispatched. Upon finding a suitable exit, she took a moment to open her shoulder-bag again, and once more take stock of what she had available. Aside from the transceiver and earpiece she used to contact Compton, she had with her a pair of two-shot derringers, a closable knife cleverly secured against the small of her backbone (to make it more difficult to detect by a simple pat-down search), a glob of explosive putty with several wirelessly-activated detonators (enough to make about four or five small charges to help open sealed doors, or a single larger bomb for something more offensively-minded), and a number of sealed high-calorie energy bars (possibly the most useful items in her bag at the moment, when the Maneaters had already salvaged much of the available food in he city and since moved on to the residents themselves). She also carried a couple of lock-picks hidden in various spots on her person, just in case. Lastly was her small notebook, which to anybody else would look like a disorganized slew of doodles and gibberish but to the ferret-woman contained a wealth of coded information. Naturally, it paid to come prepared, and handling information was a specialty of hers.<br/><br/>Satisfied that everything was present and accounted for, Martini opened the exit, peered around cautiously, and started to make her way out. Her ears twitched and she paused after crossing the first street, the sound of Matthias' "DO IT!" cutting through the noise of the rest of the scuffle. She looked back toward the building she had sought refuge in, knowing that the view of Xylath's hulking mass was mostly obstructed behind it.<br/><br/>"......No. I must be mistaken..." Giving her head a quick shake, she turned and resumed moving, just trying to clear out of the immediate area for the time being.