The tremors intensified, and Martini could clearly hear ground near the intersection being ripped up. In some ways this was reassuring--it meant that the Maneaters' massive weapon was looking for something that obviously wasn't her--but the possibility of becoming collateral damage remained high. More importantly, all of this noise was going to draw much more attention to the area. The last thing she needed now was a skirmish leading up to a thorough search of the building she was in. She understood that she couldn't remain solitary and hope to get anywhere, but dealing with a larger assault group from either side didn't appeal to her. She had to get out of the area, and doing so while Xylath was distracted was her best bet.<br/><br/>Shouldering her pack again, she crept to the stairwell door, remaining low but moving more quickly than when she entered the office. She reached up to open the door and sped in, immediately heading for the lower floors.<br/><br/>((I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but I much prefer Martini to remain a pred over prey, should she get into any vorish situations in the future))