As Amelia picked through some of the drawers she could hardly believe her luck, finding a few pieces of medical equipment, some ammunition, food, water. And then the hopes were all dashed as she heard the door, causing her to quickly spin and bring her own M9 to bear with practised military precision. The flash light against her orange tinted glasses made it hard for her to pick out her target, but gave her a clear indication of where to fire. To his response she shouted back, "DOWN, NOW!" she shouted, correcting her stance into a defensive firing position, arms bent for recoil and legs spread out to keep her form secure.