Brimstone suspects it's a profession that ends in rather a lot of mortality depending on the audience. She wouldn't be averse to shooting whatever it is they're after at the moment. "Make sure you aim for the head," she offers as further advice. "'Less you think you mighta played shot-put."

Another scream turns her attention fully back to the task at hand, and she moves forward quickly and quietly, gun at the ready. She trusts Specs to follow.

There are sliding doors in this corridor, something she doesn't particularly like. Too much of a chance for someone hiding. She steps lightly toward the first and pauses, listening intently. On to the next on, and that next. Then, at the fourth door, she hears it. The shuffling footsteps again. She steps back and to the opposite side of the corridor before looking over at the typewriter and jerking her head toward the door. She tries to convey the message silently. 'Open the door. I'll shoot.'