Quitxi's fingers begin to itch at the sight of the armory, but she resists-- so long as there's nothing else in the room capable of WIELDING the assemblage, she's willing to wait; she waves for Sophie and gestures toward the armor, a questioning look on her face... she mouths the armor without sound, 'big', and then picks up the noise.<br/><br/>Another silent word.  'fuck,' and she's headed toward the far-end doorway.  She gives Sophie and Sweetwater an imporing look before edging down the hallway, past the next two doors, to the terminus of the hall.  Flat in the corner, she eases closer to the door and tries to discern the noise's source.