Regret. Instant, immediate, total regret. Stumbling into the foul smelling room so hastily had not been her wisest move. Looking over the mutilated remains atop the desk in front of her, she wretches a few times, but manages to keep it all together. Barely. She's just about to start convincing herself to do the unthinkable and approach the corpse when she hears running from behind her. Whirling around she uses her dexterity to swing both arms holding the gun as well as her top half out of the door, pointing the weapon down the hall in the direction the sound seems to be coming from as she shouts, "STOP!" prepared to fire if the warning was not heeded.