Shura tensed as she turned a corner, then breathed an exasperated sigh. Nothing. She continued down another deserted corridor on high alert. Her ears were straining for the sound of footsteps or voices; she had yet to come across any other guards (who were still alive, at least), but knew she wasn't alone. As she neared the end of the hallway, her hands instinctively flew to her gun holsters as she picked up on the faint noise of walking.