Unlike the other three members of her team, Amy could see perfectly fine in the darkness of the room, even without the light. There were times her Faunus heritage came in handy, and one of those was with her natural darkvision. It did not, however, help at all with the general feeling of dread that permeated this entire situation. 

[I]Whirrrrrrrrrrr.[/I]

Fucking whirring bullshit didn't sound like anything she'd heard before. Mechanical, but not familiar, coming from somewhere to their right, it made her rusty feathers stand on end despite all her attempts to keep them smoothed down. Her eyes flicked around the room, falling on the ramp eventually. 

[color=E52B50]"The sound's down and between the elevator and the ramp, cap. Quite a bit down, it sounds like, but just from the sound I can't pinpoint how far or which one of them will lead to it,"[/color] Amy said, then shuddered and shook her head. [color=E52B50]"This smells like such a fuckin' trap."[/color]

Her attention turned to the door to the stairs, before she wandered back around the corner and retrieved the broken door, evidently light from how little effort it had taken to knock it down after its hinges were severed. She gently placed it along the wall, its edge against the door to the stairs--balancing it precariously so it would offer little resistance, but fall over if the other door so much as brushed against it. Hopefully that would replicate the clang from earlier.

[color=E52B50]"... I don't want anything coming up behind us. I'll listen for that and the elevator."[/color]

What she'd give for some cans and string.