Kismet holds her needle pistol ready in one hand, as the other rests upon the ominous, red switch of her plasma torch. Despite limited versatility, and a decided lack of subtlety, the torch had been an invaluable tool for Kismet on innumerable occasions. She knows that the torch could mean the difference between life and death; what she doesn't know is whether she'll be using it to get herself in, or to keep the monsters out. Doesn't matter either way, really.
"Ok, let's do this" she says, leveling her weapon at the door.