Bonita

She suddenly heard the men again. This time they were much quieter, as if they wanted to sneak up on her. "like they can sneak up on me! that's funny."
"hello?" she heard faintly whispered as one of the men clamored down her tunnel.
"trespassing, eh?" she mumbled to herself "let's see how he likes a face full of dirt!"
leaving the candle on the opposite side of the room, she quickly crept across the room and waited on the side of the tunnel opening. It was dark enough that the approaching stranger would not have been able to see her, maybe a few shadows here and there but nothing solid. "wait for it, wait for it" she thought. Then she saw it, a big mass of black hair. She pulled some dirt from the walls and went at the dark figure with both hands "take that you scoundrel!" To her surprise, the man grabbed her wrists and held them very tightly. The dirt slowly sifted through her fingers as she stared the man in the face. She was too stunned to move. No one had ever caught her before.
(I would write more, but I don't want to speak for your character)