There was definitely a certain aspect to going and doing the stuff that other people were potentially too sensible to do themselves. Jefferson would've probably called her an idiot for even thinking about this, but he was probably a little more invested in actual survival than foolhardy errands. If Emma had to guess, she'd say it was just in her blood to do it.
"I will find a way to get in there," and then if needed they'd wench it open for Robert to follow, "C'mon, we gotta get moving." Adrenaline was definitely a godsend at times like these, helped you run faster, move things you wouldn't normally be able to move, all those fun things. Brushing the cracked plasterboard out of her hair, Emma shifted to squeeze herself through the gap that the beam left.
"Okay, I'll push the top, can you shove it to the side a little and get through?" They needed to do it as quickly and carefully as possible, since the groaning around them and the thump of the beast outside looking for another way inside told that they really were on borrowed time here. "Pretty sure, if we can get to the kitchen, there's a store in there where we'll be able to wait this guy out."