She narrowed her eyes, her mind reaching out to find-- noise. Very far up ahead. "Five, scattered across the hallways. Might not be an issue."

And then Kerrigan was on the move again, smoothly pulling the canister rifle from her back like an ancient weapon. More of an empty hallway. But-- doors. She let her mind waft out towards Harriet, keeping a dead lock on any information she may hold about the compound at all--

And that of the guards up ahead.

Pacing, pacing, pacing like a wild animal down, her eyes flicked past grates and walls for anything unusual. Security, dead-ends...