Jennifer was completely unfocused. She had thought that things were settling down, so she took a rude control over the group to help them calm; but, events continued to unravel. Her outbursts and orders had gone unheard. She felt foolish; telling everyone not to panic and calm down, when she was the one who was out of control. She had also called someone stupid... maybe. She said it indirectly at least... to the teenage girl. She felt guilty and shameful. Her busy mind tried to rationalize her doubt and she nearly let it off her shoulders, but things were too chaotic. She was a fragile mind, some days. The first day of Armageddon, turns out, was one of those days.<br/><br/>To Jennifer, Sasaki's music was eerie and discomforting. She felt a stern nausea at the very bottom of her stomach. her legs moved her backwards, slightly stumbling, she rested against one of the walls. The cop car, Hans, and Lexi all seemed to show up at the same time. Although a healthy allotment of time was between them each, Jennifer felt it all simultaneously. She felt dizzy, panicked. Everyone's eyes were screaming for help. She found Hans more comforting than Jake. He was older, wiser, larger, and foreign. He spoke strongly and had a deep understanding of his words. He was a bit melodramatic, and unsettling. Somehow, his cryptic narrative of hell on earth calmed her down.<br/><br/>Heather had left the room in confusion twice, now. Jennifer thought better of the decision this time. She felt claustrophobic and sick.<strong>“um... excuse me.”</strong>she started speaking, mostly to no one. It was like she'd asked to leave the dinner table.<strong>“I'm not feeling my best right now. I'll be joining that one girl outside.”</strong>She wasn't trying to be rude, but all of their names were rapid blurs in front of her. She didn't even try to remember them.<br/><br/>Carefully, she made her way around Hans, tightening her white cap around her head. She turned sideways, her hip found the door and she went out into the wind. Her hair danced off to her right, along with her dress and her bag. Her eyes gazed solely on the cop car. 'Have they seen us at all?' she pondered. She didn't look down, but Heather was at her feet. She mosied to the other side of the small brunette, keeping a fair distance in very natural strides. As she walked, she stared at the cop car in the shallow distance. Stepping backwards and turning, she found comfort against the wall, breathing deeply and staying quiet, at least for a moment. She didn't want to frustrate Heather. She may have come out there to get away from everybody. She calmly listened to her thoughts, and took none of them seriously.  Her eyes weren't closed but they might as well of been. She had turned her attention inward. Indeed, Jennifer was an obsessive analyst.<br/><br/><strong>“Hey,”</strong>she said, looking over, and only slightly downward. Her eyes crossed Heather's for the first time. She allowed a fast moment to stall before continuing. Her tongue crackled as it spoke,<strong>“are you ok?”</strong>Her voice was warm and sincere. Above hopeful eyes were long, downward turning eyebrows. The concern on her face was honest. She tried not to pour it on too thick.