Whatever scraps of supplies there are around are quickly scooped up and into her arms, sorted quickly. Anything that she thinks could be useful is placed in her pack and everything else is left in a careful pile to one side before that, too, is placed on her shoulders. Only then does she breathe out, frowning as she looks around.

"If there is a way out I will find it." At least her Darkvision will help there. "Are you ready?"