She merely smirked at the literary and cinematic references Will had uttered as they stepped (unscathed) toward the well. Zap quirked an eyebrow, beginning to get the same feeling Omen had expressed. Why hadn't they been attacked yet? Her hips came to lean against the side of the well and she motioned for Will to come up next to her. "I have a feeling that when I touch the rope, the floor's gonna fall through or something." Her boot-clad foot stomped the stones below them, unhelpfully. It didn't really matter if the stones felt loose or not. It was the Danger Room. Anything could happen. Her now-bare hands rested against the side of the mossy well and she looked up into the roof of it where the crank was for the bucket. The handle was off to Will's side. "Maybe we should just reel it... up..." her face froze and her voice quieted. "Do you hear that?" a gurgling noise. She didn't have time to step back before a gigantic, hideous fanged head sprang up to their level, having pushed the bucket (and its contents) up out of the well and somewhere out of sight. The enormous reptilian beast hissed and screeched devilishly and Zap fell straight back on her ass, then quickly got to her feet as it began to wriggle disgustingly out of the well. The dank smell of undisturbed well water filled the courtyard (though no one was taking note of the beast's odor). Zap gave it a quick shock, and it shrieked in pain. She adjusted her footing and moved to the opposite side of the well as Omen.