Broadcasted SIN: <hidden mode, teammates have authorization to see her>
Pressing up against the inside (her side) to the right of the door, Wraith peers 'around the corner' to look into the adjacent room; switching between her three possible visions she studies it carefully, fox ears rotating to hopefully detect unseen movement. The lack of electronic connection has her concerned, given her preference for text or at worst subvocal communications while trying to be sneaky.
Course, Bushwhacks ... odd behavior as her frowning, tail-fur puffing out in a sign of agitation. "What the hell are you doing?" she growls in a low tone, having taken a moment to glance back in his direction; while Wraith wants to say more, she figuratively bites her tongue, shifting her attention back to the small room beyond. 'Looks like maybe holding cells, or perhaps examination rooms...' she thinks to herself. Nose twitching from the smoke and fox ears tilting back the young woman studies the room for perhaps another ten seconds.