Momoko's ears perk up at the sound of possible movement, trying to stay alert. She realized , that last time, she had dropped her guard a *little* too far and nearly ended up..penetrated? Forming two hand seals, she quickly whips out a torch, grasping it gingerly with delicate fingers and swaying it around a bit, trying to get a good idea of her surroundings..slowly inching inwards. All in all..she didn't like tight spaces too much - which was obvious from the look of disdain on her dull rose-red lips..proceeding extremely slowly so she can be ready for anything present at the top...