Ruse brushed strands of her long, dark hair from her face as she emerged into the light of the room. She was by herself, unlike the others, but that was okay. She worked better alone.
There was a strange counter on one side, with cupboards above, almost like a kitchen, without all of the appliances. It was unnaturally clean, and stood out from the rest of the room. In one corner of the room there was an old wooden trap door. It didn't fit with the rest of the decor, looking more like something out of a fantasy movie than something in a high-tech company. Beyond that was a more modern doorway that most likely led into another room.
Looking around, there doesn't seem to be much else of interest in this particular room.
Her choices laid out before her, Ruse decides to...