On one hand… Jessica has a point: supplies won’t last long. It is a break room. Whatever is in the fridge, that’s what they got. Either she or Khun will have to bust out, break into the cafeteria to get their hands on some real food… and that in of itself is taking a huge risk. There’s a good chance the zombies will lose interest if they hide long enough… but what if they don’t? What if these damn things are more persistent than they thought and stuck around for days, weeks? Ami and Khun will starve before then. Not only that, but it’d be better if everyone remains together… These thoughts buzzing like a bunch of angry bees inside her head, it was a heartbeat or two until Ami realized that there was a warm hand on her thigh… and that the owner of it was talking. Dark blue eyes blinking, she swallowed the lump in her throat… and frowning, gave a silent nod. It was a nervous habit, a nervous sort of tick, but really… there isn’t much she can do about it, at least, not right now. There are more important things to be worrying about. Ami lifted a hand, the fingers playing with curly, whimsical pieces of dark red lying against her cheek.<br/><br/>“Don’t be worried, everything will be fine.” Taken by surprise, Ami blinked, surprise rippling through her eyes and over her features as she looked at him again.<i>Am I really that obvious?</i>In just seconds, a light, delicate pink spread along her cheeks… a pink that looks rather pretty next to all that dark, fiery red. A fluttering sensation taking place in her chest, Ami was quick to get up on her feet, hands dusting off her skirt meanwhile. The fabric played high on the girl’s thighs… revealing quite a bit of ivory skin once again, not only that, but purple beneath all that blue. In the end… it just makes sense to stick with Khun on this. They may have their little arguments, but it’s all for the sake of survival… right? “If you plan on leaving…” Ami spoke up, eyes lifting and focusing on the two knuckleheads, “I suggest you leave the back way. We were in class when this… thing hit, so there’s a good chance not many zombies are out there.”<br/><br/>Ami shifted weight from one foot to the other, crossing her arms under her breasts and, unintentionally, adopting a rather cute pose. “Take what you need, but hurry on out. You don’t want to get<i>their</i>attention before you’ve made your grand escape,” she threw out there, tapping her fingers on a bicep. Every minute that door is open is another minute that they are basically inviting zombies into their humble hiding place. The sooner they close it, the better. “Be careful, guys.” That said and done, Ami turned around, snatching her coffee up off the table and taking a sip. The heat burned her tongue, but it tasted good… and she had to calm that weird, fluttering sensation that was still going on. Every living person that is still out there can, potentially, be zombie food the next day. They all have to be careful.