Well... this was... horrifying... seriously, this was all sorts of disgusting; it wasn't even funny. Lapine was just thankful that all the stuff that wasn't dried was either packed up or cleaned up; she disengaged her nose anyway, lest she get the horrendous scent in her nose once more since she highly doubted those bags of guts were... 'fresh'...<br/><br/>Lapine didn't have far to travel as the explosions of grenades in the distance kicked off; basically a short trip inside as she blended into the background, head continuously on a swivel just in case, and it's only when she was at the studio door did she stop. She took a deep breath, knowing this was the most likely place to find the woman, and sure enough there was the 'heavy' security to suggest so. Biometric lock, maglocks... serious hardware for a old-school wooden door. Wooden doors were much easier to break than maglocks... especially when you kick them right next to the maglock, or shoot the maglock out.<br/><br/>...well, it wasn't usually someone HERE size doing this, but... the gun would take too long, would lose the element of surprise.<br/><br/>So Lapine reared back pushed forward with all the might she had, and figured she'd get to take the 'doorkicker' adage a little more seriously than before.<br/><br/>(6 Hits at 10 Damage, -0AP)