One look at the goo oozing through the door and batshit was scrabbling backwards. To little or no avail. She had the goo all over her hands sticking to a thing she might touch.
She sighed as she ‘stuck’ each of her ruined gloves to a fragmentation grenade and posted them through the gap. She wirelessly detonated them hoping the combined explosion would shred whatever was on the far side of the doors.
She was not disappointed as another torrent of goo wash up against the door but the snuffling so recommenced and the ooz became a flow.
All the beds were now empty so she started to move herself to between the door back to their impromptu entrance was.
“Al, go help the others, I can hold things here”