As she reaches the end of the dead-end, she kicks her feet at the ground in disdain. What a waste of time...<br/><br/>Letting her hands sort of idly rest behind her neck, crossed underneath her hairline...she continues back the opposite way...straightening out her gi against her shoulders ( which had begun to dangle haphazardly down, the fabric maybe a bit loosened from her scuffle with the strange tentacle-dog ).<br/><br/>Naturally..like any trained Ninja, she quickly flattens herself against the wall near the voices..peering around. Was it possible that..there was another human here? Someone else lost...? Her lips curl up into a reassured smile at the mere thought..