Looking around, she spotted a shining laptop in the corner. The smoke was fading away, but was still thick enough to hide any traps. Crouching below the smoke, she pulled down her scarf and blew some of the smoke out of her way. Checking for traps, she did this until she reached the desk.
Standing slowly, she beckoned her group over. "AR, check for traps," she ordered. "You know more about technological stuff than I do."
Finally fully regaining conciousness, Onion sits up only to find several darts of p***y yellow and green goo zooming at him. Onion stands firm, the flying pee simply hitting his paper sack and dripping to the ground.
He sighs once he realizes that these are yet more stains that will never come out of his labcoat, and he will probably smell like s**t for weeks.
Leaping over the table in uber-pwning-ninja mode, Tai grabbed a number of her shuriken and threw them at the enemy by the door. Falling to the ground, she barrel rolled to the side, a handy move she picked up from AR a while back.
Cursing silently at AR for setting off the trap, she adeptly whipped the end of the rope around disinclined`, the only one still close enough for her to help. The pee salad darts that would have hit him splashed harmlessly to the floor.