She has no plans to use the light until she absolutely needs to, now. She can operate in the dark.

Time to go exploring systematically and with excessive caution, after her eyes have adjusted to the darkness again. Environmental awareness comes before all else, absolute silence comes next, and then noting the layout of the place in her head comes after that.

She is systematic, she is careful, and she checks every single door for the inscription. Eventually, it'll be found.

For a value of eventually that means it's the fourth door. That was... too easy.

Oh. The room is entirely covered in containers. And they are stacked on shelves along three walls, too. There are well more than she can easily check, with the amount of light she has remaining.

Oh, dear.

That - does not bode well.

She doesn't need the light to get the containers open, so she can turn it on for a brief moment after getting each container open by touch to check for a training saber. Does that stretch out her light long enough to get her saber?

Nope. With another third of her power burned, and lots of boxes yet to go, she needs to find a new strategy.

... How does 'search by touch' go?

Slowly. She starts to feel a prickle on the back of her neck, like something is coming up behind her, but she won't see anything if she looks.

Ugh, what is with this tomb, why does she feel like she's being stalked. It's probably insane to think that she's being stalked without any evidence at all.

But she said she'd trust her instincts, so she does. She checks to make sure the room is clear of people with a quick light check, and finds it empty but for herself and the containers. Her - whatever it is is not satisfied with this answer. So, for good measure, she grabs several containers and drags them in front of the door. Just in case. And then she's locked alone in a room looking for her training saber. Again. With a third of her total power left, and running out of patience. She could keep searching by touch, she supposes, but she suspects that's not the point of the exercise, and it'll take ages regardless. So what is the point of the exercise?

... This is supposed to be about training, isn't it? On how to use the Force? Maybe she should try that. Maybe the point of this is to get her frustrated enough to try alternate methods.

She - attempts to reach out with her mind. Or something. Isn't that how it's supposed to work? She has no idea, why didn't they give her an instruction manual...

She feels like it would be a good idea to check this back corner here, this one particular box in this back corner.

Okay.

Just - go with it. Nothing to lose if it doesn't work.

She checks that one particular box in the back corner.

... that doesn't look a "training" anything. It is a sword that would not seem out of place on a battlefield, with a wickedly sharp eighty centimeter blade. But she doesn't think there's anything else in the room that could come close to fitting the description of a training saber.

And it is completely in character for Sith to give her a terrifying weapon of murder as a training blade, isn't it.

Right then, clearly this is hers, and clearly there is definitely something to her weird inexplicable feelings, so she should just assume she actually is being stalked.

She drinks some of her water and has half of a ration bar, and then takes a deep breath and - okay, weird inexplicable feelings, how does the other side of the barricaded door feel, right now?

Well, it's not like she can stay in that room forever. Now's as good a time as any to leave.

Yes but she seems to have sensory abilities so how dangerous is it immediately outside?

...she doesn't sense anything.

Either because there's nothing to be sensed or because her new-found abilities aren't actually all that reliable yet.

.... Okay.

She moves the barricade aside, and out she goes. Carefully. Sword at the ready if she needs it.

Do her new senses have anything to say about which way is out?

Sort of... that-ish way? Maybe?

WAIT SHIT THERE'S SOMETHING RIGHT BEHIND HER

TRUST THE WEIRD NEW SENSES!

Nothing friendly would sneak up on her like that right behind her she spins and slices with barely a thought because aaaaaaaa!

A strange, vaguely human-shaped creature dances out of the way of her panicked slash.

"Sword? You. You have... sword?" Its voice is harsh and guttural, like it hasn't been used properly in a long time.

"Get sword, go to academy. Must get sword."

... Oh, they don't clear this place out when the acolytes are all sorted, they just leave the failures here to terrorize new prospects, what a very Sith thing to do.

"I," she begins, backing away, and then she needs to start over again because she's having some bizarre trouble speaking all of a sudden, "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you try to grab at me again."

The creature follows her.

"Must get sword, go to academy. Sword. Must get. Go. Academy."

The words surely they will let you in eventually, die on her lips, because of course they won't, they're Sith.

"Have you tried closing your eyes and reaching out with your, uh, weird inexplicable extra sense?"

"Must get sword."

It's getting closer now. The nails on its hands are long and sharp, and caked in blood.

"Well you can get your own," she informs it, and then she can't back up anymore because she's gone and hit a wall. When did she get that far across the room, she doesn't recall deciding to back up so far that she's on the other side of the room and running into walls, what is this, she didn't plan it, what if the skittering things show up -

This is such an absurd train of thought.

"... Did you kill the other acolyte?" she asks, because that's the next absurd train of thought and she doesn't have the mental capacity to censor herself.

"SWORD" it screeches, and lunges at her, nails outstretched.

WELP.

Sword indeed, she slashes without thinking, but with surprisingly accurate aim for a woman whose entire internal thought process now consists of incoherent screaming.