She opts to pick the lock

Alessandra takes out the small lock picks, carefully hidden in her belt. She holds the penlight in her mouth to free her hands and starts working on the lock. She grins widely after a few seconds when the door unlocks.

“Amateur third rate bad guys...”, she matters, as she slowly opens the door just enough to fit through, careful not not to cause a sound from the hinges.

A quick look with the penlight reveal that past the door is a narrow corridor with no lights. The penlight barely outlines a junction up ahead.

“Great. Sneaking around in a dark, smelly dungeon. These guys really have no imagination!”, she thinks to herself.

She silently tiptoes down the dark corridor, but she barely makes it halfway to the junction, when she spots a light, coming from the right side of the junction. It looks like a large flashlight. She can hear a pair of footsteps approaching.

Alessandra looks up ahead and then glances back towards the trap room she just escaped.

She quickly runs down her options, “I might be able to reach the junction before the light is bright enough for them to spot me and then sneak behind them to avoid them. Or I could get back in that filthy room and ambush them with the crowbar. Or even go for the grate and in the sewers to avoid them.”