That's not a good sign at all. With an effort of will, four duplicates appear around her, each of them putting putting their helmets on and fastening them as she stands. Motion trackers- she needed hers up and running; a heat signature, anything would help to find out what's stalking her nearby.

As soon as the visor flickers to life she draws her pistol and her gun, aim low for now as she turns her head this way and that to try and find out where the source of the shambling sounds were coming from.