Katsumi had remained quiet, watching the news when Dante turned it on. She was glad he hadn't been huffy and ignore her small try at normalcy. She didn't want to be relying on people that wouldn't even tell their names. Smiling a bit at the sudden calm that took over her, she now hoped she could spread this calm to the others. Green eyes and glasses reflected the glow of the television. She could only hope that Jennifer had been right in saying her mother was fine. She hoped her step-father was fine as well. That's when she wondered something else.<strong>"Is this world wide? Japan?.."</strong>She spoke quietly, to herself mostly, since she was kind of by herself now that Dante had moved over to watch the news.<br/><br/>She blinked looking to Lexi when she pulled out the cellphone and answered. She bit her lip and felt sorrow when the girl started crying. She knew how she would act if she had heard her parents' screams of pain and agony. She didn't know if she should move to comfort her or not, thinking she might just make it worse somehow. She was always told she was bad at dealing with people. She was blunt and analytical when she decided to deal with people, and quiet and childishly shy when she wanted to avoid people. Sighing, she decided she should just stay back, so as not to make things worse. Then Heather moved to comfort Lexi, and Katsumi felt relieve. Heather was finally doing more then crying in fear, and it made the Japanese girl feel that they all might do well in survival. At first she had thought that Heather would be too scared to try and run.<br/><br/>She nearly started yelling at Lexi about offering to be a distraction. How could someone do so? She felt her heart ache. She realized that she would have offered a similar thing. She just wanted to make sure that everyone got out alright, then she'd worry about herself. Sighing, she brushed back her bangs and watched the three standing next to each other.<br/><br/>Glancing to the cop, she wanted to say she'd run. She wasn't afraid to run with him to the bus lot, but she was afraid of what they'd say if she offered the idea of her going. She smiled when Heather spoke up. She moved over to stand in front of Heather and smiled.<strong>"You don't have to go alone... I'll go with you."</strong>She bit her lip for a small moment, hoping nobody said anything against her going.<strong>"I have spent almost all of my life in dojos, I am well trained in Aikido and I can keep calm in most any situation..."</strong>She smiled, trying to show her confidence in her skills.<strong>"Who better to send? The strongest of us need to stay here to defend against the zombies... So let the sports girl and the martial artist go."</strong><br/><br/>Setting the shotgun on the counter, she took her acoustic guitar off her back, holding it by the neck and the strap. Moving to put it on its stand, she sighed. She didn't like going anywhere without it, but it would way her down. Sighing, she realized her baggy jeans might be a problem as well. She blushed when she thought about it.<strong>"Miss Heather, we can try out the back door from the back office.. If they are here at the front because noise and light, there should be few to none out back, so it would be easier to get out that way..."</strong>She went ahead and kicked off her slip-on, low-platform sandals. She rather go barefoot than in shoes that would fall off and make her trip.