Deck 12 was a big mess of wires and machinery, but Gypsy yelling at the shade was a good enough method of finding the way around. Liz hurried ahead of the group, following the robot's voice, until she peered around the corner to see her struggling with the shade. Her eyes narrowed and she gestured to the others, priming herself to charge in. It was clear she was eager for a fight, but she knew they needed a little more strategy against this bitch.