It's a family trait, dicking over the bad guys and doing their own thing.
Taylor was standing in awe as she entered the inner sanctum of the ancient temple. She slid off her bag, setting it by the entrance she had used. It would take the men that had forced her to help them a few hours to catch up with her. Apparently they didn't think climbing up a stone wall was a reasonable way to get into the building.
She bit her lip a little as she walked deeper into the chamber, holding her flashlight up to see better. They wanted her to find some sort of object, but seeing the chamber... She wasn't sure if she should give it to them. The drawings on the wall were hinting that the object had some sort of power, the locals worshiped it.
She remembered there was another group they had been trying to beat to the island. Hearing gunfire she glanced to where her bag was, a good twenty yards from where she currently was. Her eyes flitted up to the opening about four hundred feet above her, where she saw a shadow move. There really wasn't a place to hide, nor did she have a weapon. Unless you wanted to count her pocket knife, which she doubted would make a good one unless up close.
Shit, gun fire though, that has to be one of their enemies. Means I have to find that stone first. She thought as she ran for the bag.