Sitting herself down at one of the main lobby couches, Claire lets out a long, exhausted sigh. She pulls a few things from her pockets before laying them out before herself. There laid ammo for her two firearms, herbs and a blue spade key.

“Hmm…” She carefully plans out something before putting them back neatly into her pocket, even going as far as combining the herbs together into one pouch to conserve space.

Claire, before she could even slide the key into her pocket, caught the glimpse of a figure heading down the center staircase. She looked up before standing up.

“Who’s there?” She called out, walking towards it, hand on her holster.