Naomie was glad when the door opened. She walked in after damien and sighed. "well that was fun" she remarked idly. She then noticed the rope ladder that walter had worked on while they were gone "hmm.....an escape route? that'll come in handy if we wind up on higher floors than a second provided there arent any hills or cliffs below mind you" she then leaned against the wall again.<br/><br/>She reached into her pocket and drew out the cleaning rag she used on the katana. she then went to the duffle bag she had dropped earlier and pulled out the cleaning materials neccassary for polishing the sword that rested at her side. She unsheathed the blade and sat down. As she eyed her reflection in the blade the usual nostalgia and calm came over her. Her breathing softened and hands began to work almost automatically on cleaning the blade. the polish took some time but she did nto mind since it was an escape at mentally from what was happening.