Naomi was in a prediciment now. She was trapped inside Senzo's house, naked, unarmed, and with little venues of escape. Worse still, her communicator and all of her stuff was IN her shirt pockets. She made her way around the basement stealthily, trying to find a solution. She could stay put and wait for Senzo to run out of steam or go to sleep, try to ambush and incapacitate him (which would defeat the purpose of giving Reiko the pictures), or try to escape and risk getting arrested for public indecency.
She would have to somehow steal some of Reiko's clothing to escape, and also distract Senzo. She grabbed a heavy cast-iron frying pan off of a nearby shelf as a makeshift club. She then walked stealthily along a hallway and to a fusebox. This was her oppurtunity. She opened the box and cut the power to all of the circuits, turning off the house's lights, electricity, and essentials. Then, she waited...
She took up a position at the bottom of a stairwell, frying pan in hand. Soon, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She saw a shadow illuminated by the skylight heading toward her. Just as whoever it was was about to round the corner, she swung the pan toward whatever it was' forehead, hitting with a dull thud.