She pulled a series of knives and daggers from the wall, strapping them to her and sheathing them across her chest and back, ears straining to hear any noises. She heard no alarms, no sirens, no obvious sounds of fighting outside the armory door, and the condition of the armory itself (well stocked), suggested that there had either been no time or no need for spare weapons. She tugged on a pair of boots that her calves swam in before palming three vials from the emergency stash just inside the armory door. A mere thirty seconds after landing, Hermione stepped into a hall just off the foyer, pulling the hood of her armor up and over to hide her hair. She downed the first vial as she strode for the foyer, an endurance potion she so very desperately needed. The second went down as she stepped into the foyer proper, an Invigorating Draught to feign energy and strength that her muscles were lacking, and nearly spewed it back up at the sight that greeted her.