Dutch's face hardens when she hears the addition of a new voice. A woman that doesn't sound like she's there because she wants to be. No one cries like that out of joy and pleasure (and if they do, Dutch hasn't ever encountered them).

She draws her own weapon and steps close to John, keeping the barest hint of distance between them so they both have room to move. She wishes she could see through the wall so she'd know where the men were standing before they went in but she's going to have to rely on her reflexes.

With a deep breath, Dutch moves in right on John's heels, gun cocked and eyes moving through the darkness of the room.