Robin couldn't help but grin when they found the ax and multiple light sources. She took two, figuring she could hold one under the arm holding her gun, and turned the other on. Immediately, light flooded where they were standing and Robin could actually see where they were.
As they'd guessed, they were in some kind of office or workspace, filled with desks and chairs covered with dust. But Robin didn't really give a crap where they were; she was too preoccupied with how they were going to get the hell out.
"We can look for a different exit, so we don't open the door and walk right into where all those jackasses are, or we try to make a run for it through that entrance." Robin took a deep breath and tried to ignore the way that the cloth tied around her waist was starting to feel sticky with blood. While looking for a different exit would be a little more strategic, Robin didn't know if she wanted to press their luck that the front door would hold. They'd already been in there for a while.