Alessandra retreats back in the trap room

Before the goon can line up a shot, Alessandra quickly rolls over the broken door and back in the room.

“Crap! I'm trapped!”, she matters, and quickly goes through her options.

She looks at the grate once more, now seemingly more inviting despite the stench, and at the crowbar in her hands. Perhaps she could fight them off when they tried to enter the room?

But she has mere moments to make her choice.