Willow satisfied that there didn't appear to be anything<em>lurking</em>clicked off her flashlight and rose slightly sheathing her knife and bringing her laser rifle back around. Adjusting a ring in the scope mounted on the weapon Wil kept her rifle lowered but only slightly allowing her to raise it quickly and look through its scope. Once she was ready Wil continued moving along with the group sweeping side to side to peer through her weapon into the rooms they past clearing what corners she could see.<br/><br/>While the bulk of her jacket, bound bust and utilitarian pants did much to obscure her lithe body, the curve of her neck, the care in her movement and general demeanor certainly did nothing to lessen the effects caused by the gas filling the rooms and corridor. Even simple things such as how her hair fell each time Willow glanced over her shoulder after feeling Eric's stare served as an agitator.