Gills stood, eyes and rocket launcher still trained on the sky, waiting for all Hell to break loose as the Blackjack careened towards the museum. By some miracle, the ship reached its drop zone and ALICE, upon further request, indicated that, yes, all team members were still alive. The crows had fluttered off, though Claire doubted that they had truly lost interest. It seemed that venturing form the building had been, in fact, unnecessary, as the interface indicated that the museum seemed to be the designated rendezvous point for all three teams.
Without checking to see if the others were following her, knowing that both Sam and Connor had enough common sense to do so, as well as faster and all-around higher-functioning limbs in order to catch up to her, Claire began to move in the direction of the museum, happily blowing the head off an unfortunate member of the infected who intercepted her path.
Gills entered the museum through a side entrance to the building, a shattered, once-automatic revolving door with a tattered banner advertising some kind of mummy display hanging above it. By then she had fallen in step with the other members of God-Slayer, the fact that they had not fully explored the building, as well as the artifacts in their dusty cases, had caused her usual enthusiasm to give way to apprehension.
Not to mention that the museum was dark. Fuck, did she hate the dark. The lights attached to the AEGIS suits only illuminated so much, and the whole situation gave off what Claire would have considered a kind of 'scary movie' vibe, if it had not already perfectly fit that description.
"Do they just expect us to wait here for them?" Claire wan't sure exactly who she was asking, but the idea of standing still for any longer made her all the more uneasy. Pulling out her hand pistol, and cursing the impracticalities of rocket launchers in indoor situations, she shifted most of her weight on to her good leg, listening for any kind of un-invited guest.