Syra pushed herself to her feet, checking herself over and winced a bit from the wound and shook it off.  Wondering for a moment where she was and looked around to see if there was an obvious way out; though she did find the way out.  One straight shot in the dark, great; but then again she liked the dark given her heritage.  The piece of shit makeshift club she had seemed more like a damn baby's rattle than an actual useful item; hell she could probably do more damage with her own fists; which she preferred.  But she'd take it with her in case there was something she could throw it at. "Ugh how tacky." she muttered, noticing the dress. "Piece of crap" she pulled at the collar a bit hoping to rip it to allow a little breathing room. Given her superhuman strength, such a task was easy enough.<br/><br/>She'd shake off the remaining sand out of her heard and proceeded cautiously down the corridor.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Stealth Check, listen check</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Stealth: 1d20a3 Result: 22 | Perception: 1d20a3 Result: 13</div></div>