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"She'll be fine. And back in a sec." The brown haired Hunter-in-training flashed Lauren a quick, mild grin and waved at the SL half of the team before beckoning Amy on. The quip-and-wave combo was pretty cavalier, an excellent smokescreen for nerves gnawing at the edges of his cool composure. Five people unaccounted for. Chances were they were somewhere on this floor, and if they hadn't said anything after all the commotion... They probably weren't alive. Ben allowed himself a quiet deep breath, masked by the movement of drawing his tonfa. The mission was almost over, if they could just keep it together a little longer. No more walking through a creepy, dangerous facility looking for survivors. No more finding dead bodies. For today, at least.

He had Amy fall in behind him with a quick point, slipping out of the cafeteria and back into the hall. Still no more Grimm, at least that he saw, so there was no immediate danger. But best to be careful. Even if it was the nerves talking, gut instinct had a way of keeping you alive. He just hoped he could find the rest of the crew alive. Or at least... Intact. The corpse downstairs had rattled him a little, even if he didn't let it show. First time dealing with a situation like this was bound to be hard.

But he needed to concentrate. He was the Cap. He was [i]Bastille's[/i] Cap, and that meant being the best.

The first residential quarters he reached were closed and locked up tight. Metal door, industrial style, probably meant to keep Grimm out in a scenario like this. Like the stairs had been. Still, he was stronger than a Grimm. "Amy, step back and cover me."

The hawk Faunus nodded, stepping back and aiming Unchained Fury's business end at the door. Artorius and Lawnslot went back into the holder, and Ben braced his hands against the door where he felt the most resistance; where the deadbolt probably was. A quick application of Deinamig to the arms snapped the bar with (relatively) minimal damage to the door or the frame around it, and left it free to swing. And after drawing Lawnslot again with his left hand Ben gave the door a light push, making it swing inward.

"Hello? We're from Beacon, here to help. Anyone in here?"

[@Lugubrious]