Once she finds a patch of clean air, Rinka gasps in a fresh lungful, then climbs to her feet. Plunging in, she finds there's still gaps between them large enough for her teammates to get through.

"It's patchy," she tells the other two. "Shouldn't be hard to side-step. I'll check ahead."

Winding her way between the plumes of gas, she gets to the end of the corridor and --

-- lets out a mental yelp as a blast of energy passes right through her leg. She ducks back to get out of range.

"I'm okay! Just, um, something firing at us again. Let me look."

Now that she knows something is there, she doesn't flinch whens she pokes her head out to look and a beam passes right through it. It probably looks super freaky for the other two.

"Four blasters. One in each corner. Free floating. Either motion sensitive or have some sort of visual capabilities. You guys toss and freeze and I'll draw their fire."

Jamming her nightsticks into her belt, she dashes out into the waiting area to distract the turrets.