It seemed like things were going to hell rather quickly. Ugh, and they hadn't even started moving yet!
Now Cora remembered why her instincts told her to stay away from groups like this. It took a certain mindset to get through every day and avoid a knife in the back or a bullet in the head. And this group didn't seem to have it. At least, not with each other. Individually, they were survivors, she could tell that much. But the group's focus and cohesion were...lacking, to say the least.
She still needed to decide how to act. Some of them had gone outside, perhaps unaware of the fact that there had been noises from inside the building that certainly weren't their own. Yuuta and Boston had gone to inspect the situation. Cora struggled with the situation for a moment, before taking action. She poked her head out the door and hissed at Wade slightly to get his attention, before gesturing to the room, putting a finger over her lips to indicate that silence would be ideal. Cora figured it would be best if Wade knew everything that was going on, since the big Russian was their unofficial leader.
She then pulled her knife out from her belt and held it at the ready, stepping quickly but quietly after Boston. Her soft boots made next to no sound as she moved after the two, something she had trained herself to do over the years. Cautiously, she slid into the next room behind Boston. Cora was somewhat surprised that Yuuta had taken the initiative here. From first impressions, she'd figured him for the spineless type. Maybe she'd misjudged him.
With the three of them against the one apparent intruder, Cora figured their odds were pretty good. Perhaps there didn't need to be any violence here at all. The would be best. Still, Cora gripped the hilt of her knife firmly. Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst.