[There's an irony, somehow, to the fact that they've been brought back so close to the train tracks — or maybe it's not really an irony at all, but a horrible recognition that comes creeping slowly the longer it's dwelt upon. Speakers travel by train, and not in the passenger cars but in empty cargo containers, small knots of them packed in where no one will see and no one will account for one that goes missing, save the Speakers themselves.

It's a hunting ground for a necromancer with aims like this one, to have a facility of his own near the train tracks. That much isn't lost on her. The basement had been bad enough; who knows what they might find when they enter the warehouse here, in the place that might well be the first stop for a kidnapped prize?

Still, she's ready. She has to be, because they have to see an end to this.

Even so, listening to Trevor's assessment of their battle plan makes her skin crawl with apprehension — half because of what they might find within, and half because the enemy that lies within (or may lie within, at least) will have to know that the easiest way to make any plan of theirs fall apart in an instant is to target her, and simply watch Trevor and Alucard go mad from trying to keep her from harm.

She grits her teeth, fingers curling in on her palms and leaving crescent-shaped marks from her nails in the skin.]

Be careful of the walls, the both of you, and watch the floor. It is one of his favorite defenses, to hide traps where you walk.