While Freya remained silent most of the time, she was glad she hadn't had to use the gun again so far. Not exactly because she felt so bad about hurting people -which, with a job as a rogue wasn't an uncommon thing, after all-, but because she was inexperienced with guns, she had maybe used a gun once or twice in her life until that day, simply because she preferred to use other weapons, ones she felt she was better with and with which she had more experience. Guns just weren't her favourite; daggers were, and she would get hers back as soon as she would get a chance to, but now just wasn't a good moment for that. She would have to come back later when things had calmed down, make sure nobody would see her and get away.once she had retrieved her daggers.

When Matt asked her to go first, Freya nodded and quickly made her way outside, soon followed by the scientist and Matt, although she didn't watch over her shoulder to be sure about that. First she wanted to get outside, and she could always worry about the health and safety of the other two later. As soon as she had opened the emergency door, an alarm sounded accompanied with red flashing light, informing the guards. And after Freya stepped outside, she kept running, doubting the idea that the guards would just give up once the three of them were outside.