She heard nothing until the sound of his knuckles cracking. It was faint, down the hallway and around a corner, but close enough that she could still catch him. Assuming that sound was, indeed, Druitt. Her pulse rate sped up just a touch with anticipation as she hurried forward, picking up her pace so she could end this quickly and put all of them at ease.

Just a few more strides forward, her gun pointed in front of her. With a little luck, she would be able to at least get a few shots in at him as he fled down the hallway. As she assumed that he was fleeing down the hallway. This may well prove to be her undoing.