There's a soft sound somewhere to her left and she freezes. Belatedly she realises then that she's standing in a rectangle of dim light coming through the windows and if someone is there, they absolutely have the drop on her.

Stupid, stupid, she thinks, and quickly steps back into shadow. In the dimness, she can make out a shape—tall—horns? She remembers the intimidating kedan with their horns and scales and her hand goes to the grip of her gun.