O-okay, holy crap, that was fire. Naoto was not havin' this shit, and he agreed with her. When his searching gaze turned to the door leading deeper into the museum, a lightbulb popped into his head.

"Okay, you up for a sprint? If I can nail everything with a Saint Cross and blow 'em back, we can haul ass to that door and close it behind us. It'll buy some time for us to figure out what's goin' on in this place."