She needed this. The knife could only do so much, and she was still craving the kill of a certain person, who she was wondering was gone by now. Joel had, of course, parted, likely to do some Joe related thing. Mindy was alone, only now she felt strangely crappy about it.

But that could wait. The elevator doors opened, and she could see weapons: firecrackers, grenades...GUNS. Goddamn, about time!

Mindy wasn't going to be cautious this time: she made a run for the nearest door.