Noodle isn't looking to kill anyone, despite what the blood on the end of her crowbar seems to suggest. No, like Hiro she was merely looking to survive, even as she wandered idly around the arena. She's exploring, committing passages to memory. Better to know the layout now, when it still seems calm rather then later when she finds herself needing to get away. If she needs to get away.

That doesn't mean she's not paying attention and she slows to a stop when she comes across the rope and it's not too hard to crane her head back and follow the path and yep. Yep, it was a trap and Noodle stays where she is, barely 5 foot and looking like she needs a few good meals and considers what she wants to do.

"Pretty clever," she calls out as finally, soft as she can, and she squints into the dimness rather than go to the flashlight shoved in the front of her waistband. Better to save the battery, and by now she's almost gotten used to the darkness anyway. She knows someone's out there anyway.