The unexpected release of the door locks startled Willow somewhat, though what disconcerted her most was how many doors her sharp sense of hearing registered and the unidentifiable sounds that floated into and down the corridors. A survivor by nature and to the core though Wil didn't let the initial fear linger and stuffed it somewhere inside pulling her flashlight from the quick-release buckle she'd hooked it on at her belt and depressing the thumb switch on the lights bottom end, it was a military design meant to be held as one would grip a knife for an over-hand stab. As her light was raised her custom built laser weapon was stowed on it shoulder strap freeing her dominate hand to yank free the K-Bar combat knife from the inverted sheathe Wil had sewn securely to the opposite breast of her heavy coat of double layered canvas concealing stitched in plates of scrap metal and sporting joints, cuffs and fastenings reinforced with patches of leather. The shirt she wore under this had a quintet of segmented and thin sheets of scrap hammered out into crudely formed concave pieces that overlapped one another and hung from her shirt, which was actually three separate cotton t-shirts that had been sewn well and thoroughly together to form a single top, beginning just under her chest and covering her front down just past the groin. Affixed by hoops that encircled cylindrical, thin but hard bands of shaped iron within the layered construction of her shirt and held in place by excessive stitching along with the strips of leather they were wrapped in and which were also sewn into the shirt. Wrapped around her chest was a roll of thickly woven linen bandages Wil had bound her small breasts with. Unfortunately this was a step that needed to be done every time she put the shirt on an couldn't be incorporated into the clothing as it would otherwise be impossible to get on.<br/><br/>Lowering herself a silently as she could to a crouch so low both her knees hovered mere inches above the floor, short to begin with at a height of 4' 11", crouched thus Wil would be a difficult target to hit in the dark, and even harder to see by most things that didn't have enhanced optic devices or intense radiation poisoning the likes of which would set her Geiger counter clicking like the sound was going out of style making her equally aware of such a creature. Flitting her flash light around the room and down the halls and into the corners and in particular at the ceilings, vents and other alternative means of entering the room she occupied beyond the two obvious doors.