Becca tried to regulate her breathing. She was near panic in the tight confines of the oppressive room. Even surrounded by people she had seen to be capable somehow the unknown scared her more than the Deathclaws had. She realized that was crazy but then again that fit with the last couple of days. She hated confined spaces. They made her antsy. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, biting her bottom lip. She could feel beads of sweat begin to dot her forehead. Everything felt hot and she really wanted to run back out of the door. Her friends needed her though. Sue needed her. Okay, that last one was hard for her to believe but somehow it helped a little and she squared her shoulders.<i>Fuck it!</i>She thought. By all accounts she should have died yesterday so everything going forward was a bonus. She just hoped that they could get the hell out of there soon.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>