Working out a pattern would have been ideal, but Ororo knew she had to play for time. Knowing Logan, those droids would catch up to her in no time at all, perhaps even stronger before. Thankfully, she had a slight edge - she could feel the slightest shifts in the air whenever the chompers came out to play, so to speak. It was just a matter of reacting in time to them, and hoping that she was limber enough to make it to the end of this corridor, at the very least. She might make it through, but surely the droids behind her would not?

Vaguely she wondered just how long this scenario was, or if it even ended at all.