So maybe it's a good thing Zinda can be heard before she's seen -- or, at least, someone can, hum-singing an old Andrews Sisters classic under her breath from down the hall:

"Ain't no use in divin'
What's the use of jivin'
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down papa, don't you blow your --"

Rounding the corner, her eyes widen, and her hands go up in the universal don't shoot me, please, I'm unarmed and surprised as hell gesture.

" -- Top?"