She'd take time to listen to the omnious hallowed sounds that echoed grandiose through such a small area, unnerving her dearly ; aware of the large structure all above her. The sharp shriek of her voice pierced the rythmic rocking sounds as he grabbed at her shield and eyed hard the shallow waters. She'd stare at them for many long moments to only the sound of her breath and the beating of her heart, as if it were speaking from her throat. If it did not appear again, an easing of her being helped her vision cast itself through the rest of the room once more.<br/><br/>Arithmetic scurried its way through her mind, thinking of that door.. how it might be the source of the water. Despite her better reasoning, she crouched down low - as low as she could as sparkling, oiled mail draped into the water to grab at the hatch's handle and lift as hard as she could with all the lower of her sunken into the rushing of the water.<br/>