The muffled sound of gunfire upstairs almost fooled Anita into thinking the battle was far away. Time to her was almost non existent for that entire fight. Another fight for survival that ended in her just barely dodging a bullet. The moment Dusk shut the door her eyes darted around with her stolen rifle, still alert for either another soldier or something to drink. She smiled at the though of the latter, but immediately grimaced. A sharp pain shot through her left cheek. There was wet substance slowly trickling its way down her face and it was obvious she was hurt. She felt felt around her face noticed small, hard sharp pieces was stuck in her flesh. Probably glass that shattered, but it was no where near as bad as Dusk's injury. Luckily she was able to use her limbs without issue. 

"Well with luck we can find our way out of here and some booze. They must have something down here." Anita wondered aloud while moving forward sweeping the round letting Dusk to catch her breath. The door appeared secure and would likely take more than a few bullets to break through so they had time to look for some way out. 

Anita moved through the room quickly and figured it was secure. It didn't take long before she began rifling through boxes and shelves for anything that can help. She looked for secret doors or passages and also wondered how would a high profiled professional resistance group hide these things. It would be a lie to say Anita wasn't exactly hopeful they wouldn't end up with a bullet in their head.