Claire nodded in his agreement with his plan, looking up in surprise as the door clicked open before they had a chance to say anything more. A half formed plan was in her mind off the back of his plan, but there were so many variables that could go wrong that there was no way to tell what would work and what would go horribly wrong. Grabbing a length of rope and shoving it in her pocket, just in case her half formed plan worked, she stood with a fairly neutral look on her face as the guard approached her. 

Not reaching towards him so he had no reason to sound any sort of alarm, she backed up to just near the door as Abram launched into action, taking advantage of the element of surprise and distraction to gain the upper hand. She hesitated at the door, not wanting to leave Abram behind, but as he tossed the wand directly into her hands and she grabbed it, she knew she could do better getting out of there and trying to find a way out. There wasn't much she could do in a room covered by wards anyways. 

[color=aquamarine]"Eyes and throat!"[/color] She yelled back, examining the guard fully before taking off down the hallway and praising her small size for allowing her to move fairly noise free, or at least more noise free than most would be. The wand in her hands wasn't hers and therefore wouldn't work as well, but it would work, and combined with non verbal spells, she was back to nearly a full bag of tricks. 

For somewhere with two kidnapped hostages, the warehouse was surprisingly bare, and she slipped into a side room, trying to catch her breath and stay out of the way of other guards. She briefly contemplated sending a message back to headquarters, a distress signal, but she wasn't sure that would be possible given that she didn't have her own wand, and she doubted it would be smart given the fact that someone at headquarters could have given them up. Backing against a wall, she hit something soft, realizing that she had found some sort of closet or wardrobe of guard uniforms, identical to the one the guard in the room had been wearing. 

The only option she could think of at the moment was risky at best, and depended on whether Abram was able to get past the guard.She wasn't sure how far the wards went and she didn't want to set off any alarms in an attempt to get Abram, she just had to pray that he incapacitated the guard, and soon. 

Still groggy from whatever had been in the alcohol, head still pounding, it took a lot of energy to enact her idea. With the wand and rope on the floor, she tugged her own clothes off and pulled a guard uniform on that she thought would be close enough to the right size of the new man, the clothes draping off of her and dragging on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused as intently on the guard's image as she could, grimacing at hoe much concentration it took. A minute later, she no longer looked like Claire; she looked like a large and intimidating guard, and she bent over, lacing boots on and putting the wand in its holster, the rope coiled on her new belt. 

Kicking her clothes into the corner to either hide them permanently or come back and retrieve later, she emerged from the closet and shut the door behind her, beginning to  patrol the hall in an attempt to blend in.