She moves too lightly. Joan could swear she could be blown away by the wind if she let herself. She is not used to weight so little, even when outside of any sort of armor.

The senshi spots a hue of blue. She bolts to the location. However, the more she distances herself from the crowds wanting to speak to her (some taking photographs of her she ignores as she runs), the more she grows to suspect she is walking right into a trap.

A trap with only one piece of familiar equipment. The rest of it in a wholly unfamiliar body.

Before she crosses the door, she unsheathes her stiletto, and scans the second room from her side of the door -- a motion of 'slicing the pie'. No threats. Even then, the senshi knows the threat could be waiting just beside the door... or at the edge of the hallway.

She improvises.

Joan first has to actually let herself be photographed (although the smile is only a hard-earned privilege only friends of hers ever get to see), before she grabs a bag of groceries.

They drop, rolling through one of the entries of the hallway.

... Before the senshi moves through the other side, scanning for threats.