"Sure." She starts moving toward the containers, though not quickly; she knows how to scout an area for hostiles, even if the search pattern is a little different because neither of them have guns. She always sucked at shooting, anyway.

"Though if we don't find anything useful..." She points the flashlight down to where the floor appears to have sunk. "There's something down there." She's not really relishing the thought of that.

"I'm Wrath."