Becca jerked when Fanya's eyes shot opened and she started to scream. She watched silently, squeezing Sue's shoulder a little more tightly at the sight of all the blood. Her breathing came faster and again she felt the urge to be sick. All she could do was offer up a silent prayer to any greater power that was listening to make sure Fanya lived.<br/><br/>The way Sue nuzzled her hand and gave it a little bite strangely eased her worry. Sue was here and Fanya was tough. It would be okay. It just had to be okay. A soft smile actually played across her lips for a moment. It was an odd thing to see the group of exceedingly disparate people come together like this. Even Emma offered her ...happiness... that Fanya was okay before looking at the door. She did not mention that the big beastie that had very thoroughly made Becca's and Sue's acquaintance probably left a big hole not far away that they could use to get through or that she could probably override the lock mechanism and open the door. Emma looked a little down and she had an inkling that maybe blowing something up would make her feel better.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>