She quirked a brow at the suddenly open door further down the hall, and at the expression she could barely read on the cartoon surgeon's face.  Something bad was going down.  She wasn't all that interested in getting into it.<br/><br/>Beck turned to scan the hall in the other direction, then returned her attention to the trio entering the room.  For half a second she thought she caught a dangerous scent, but she chalked it up to nerves and that incessant banging - louder now.  She definitely felt the cold, though.  That was unavoidable.<br/><br/>With a shrug, ignoring the instant condemnation from her inner critic, Beck grabbed the keycard to her room and quietly closed the door.  As stealthily as a 5'11", 200lb block of solid muscle could move, she approached the three men.  Curiosity may, indeed, have killed the cat, but she was a dog person.