"Oh god... oh god no..." She repeats, quickly grabbing the helmet and tearing herself away from the sight of the brutalized man and getting sick in the very same helmet seconds later, grabbing her stomach tight, heaving again and again. By the time she was finished, she felt as though she'd lost at least 25% of her weight from the effort, not to mention the pain in her throat. "Okay...*cough* I just...oh god....*cough cough*Just don't look... after you've got your hand in...in there..." She looks at his visage<em>just</em>long enough to locate his eye, quickly dipping her fingers in as she attempts to grab the key. Sadly, Amy didn't have a particularly strong stomach, so the instant she was able to grab the thing, she'd pull her fingers out, feeling the too-familiar sensation coming back up as she finished the job without the luxury of a helmet this time, feeling weaker still from her ordeals.<br/><br/>"A-Alpha...Beta...just...follow..." She orders weakly, clutching the key as she slowly walks back to the basement door, slowly trying the key for the lock.