At the suggestion, Brimstone is on her guard again, and giving credence to the suggestion, she hears the sound of movement outside the room. She starts to turn toward that when the dead man in the box sits up. Her gun is on him immediately, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"They're comin', ma'am," he says, and her hackles rise.

"Who?"

He seems to want to answer, but his lips can't form the words. It probably doesn't help when a knife buries itself in his neck a moment later. The very dead man fall back in his box as Brimstone turns toward the entrance, gaze flicking to Specs just long enough to ensure he hasn't been attacked. The knife-wielder is already on the move again. Their feet are pounding the metal corridors.

"C'mon," she says, hurrying to the entrance.