"It's nothing," Del promised, turning to look and see who was running down the stairs. She quickly grabbed her pistol, but Kryner got him before she could even aim her gun. She watched him tumble down the stairs and smash into the door. She glanced away as she heard more footsteps up above and spotted another man taking aim. "Drop it, fucker!" Del shouted, pointing her own gun at him. However, drawing attention to herself only got the weapon pointed at her, instead. She quickly fired off a couple of rounds, managing to place on in his chest and the other in his neck. As he tumbled down the stairs, Del got up and went to make sure no one else was in the stairway. "There should be one more somewhere... I'm going upstairs to clear the place." With that, Del began to take off up the stairs while Kryner dealt with the one who'd smashed his face into the door.<br/><br/>Celeste hummed in approval, giving a little nod. "Looks like I should start to worry, you're beginning to catch up to me again." She noted, writing the score down and looking it over. If if his T, she played 'what' and adjust the score once more. "Maybe I really should worry, these letters are awful." She tsked, setting the new tiles down with her others.<br/><br/>"A truckload of bread?" Marsh raised his eyebrow before he stood from his desk and turned to peer out the window. "We order some to keep around in break rooms, but never from that company." The white-haired man hummed before he heard the very faint sound of gunfire. They were up quite a ways from the lobby, so it was honestly hard to hear. Regardless, he held his hand out, indicating for James to keep quiet. "Do you hear that?" Marsh was still for a moment before he picked the telephone up on his desk and dialed the front desk, which rang. And rang. He put the phone down after a moment and shook his head. "Noreen isn't answering."