Eva's fingers are cramped by the time she's done, but she keeps the blowtorch in hand. It's a paltry weapon, one she'd like to swap out for a knife at the very least, but at least it's something. She looks over to Jamie. They'll need to take out a guard for a weapon, and even then their chances of making it to the room with the symbiote poison are low.

Low is, at least, better than zero. Eva holds the door so that even broken, it doesn't make any sound against the ground. It's only their luck that the Jaffa hasn't turned around or heard anything. Eva eyes up her enemy, back turned to them. She looks back over to Jamie and mouths, do you have anything sharp?