As she rushed into the room she noticed him doing some odd gesture at his mouth. Perhaps it was just too dark to see the details, but it could possibly be a weapon that he was holding. Whatever the case he was certainly up to something or else he wouldn't be wasting his time doing that. He wasn't preparing for a melee battle with that pose, so it would make since that it would instead by another long range sort of attack unless he was just trying to confuse her. 

Her eyes darted around to the broken furniture littering the room haphazardly, looking for cover if she'd need to break off from her attack at the last second. To her left was half of a table thrown onto it's side more or less intact, the other half a mass of splinters and chunks of wood where the table likely smashed into the ground as it was thrown backwards.

He sent another of those gas attacks her way just as her eyes went back his way, prompting her to take this escape route by lunging over most of the mess and then rolling to a stop behind the table. She picked up a few random splinters into her outfit and body but it certainly wasn't lethal and not her concern at the moment. She had closed roughly half the distance of the room but she still had a ways to go if she were to reach him and not much more cover along the way.

Now that she was closer she spotted a precariously damaged bookshelf on the wall behind him and to his right. If it fell it could cause a loud distraction and hopefully trick him into thinking that someone was behind him, at least for a brief moment. She formed one of her pockets of air next to a damaged leg and let it explode, doing enough damage on the already strained limb to offset the bookshelf as planned, causing it to begin to tumble downward. She prepared to charge again once the loud bang erupted into the room.