Melissa rolled her eyes. "First of all, what are you gonna do about anything?" she asked Hank. "You've been shot in the back [i] and[/i] whipped, for God's sake..." She was carrying on, she was aware of that in a flash, and Dimitri didn't seem like the kind of guy whose patience should be tried. "Whatever, guys." She hurried past the man and made her way up toward the third floor, wondering who Brutus was: the name definitely sounded threatening. An image of an impossibly-muscly bodyguard type with a mean temper popped into her head and made her shudder. 

She leaned, just a tiny bit, on the door. Maybe she'd be able to hear talking or something, or the sound of a knife being sharpened. She didn't hear either of those things, so she just stood and waited, although her common sense was beginning to push her away.