(Read Discussion Thread)<br/><br/>Jack let out an audible yelp of surprise at Liza's abrupt approach, with the man almost stumbling backward if not for the rough grip the starlet suddenly had on his hand as she dragged him into an isolated corner. He'd likely have been excited at the prospect of a fulfilled fantasy if he wasn't keenly aware of the hate many had for him.<br/><br/>At first Jack was expecting a stern reprimand and could only wince as he waited for the inevitable but was left pleasantly surprised as Liza not only endorsed his plan but offered a preferable method of escape. It was a welcome turn of events considering that he hardly expected any of the regulars to show much interest in the idea, never mind any of the A-list survivors. Jack didn't hesitate for an iota of a second to snatch and shake Liza's offered hand, effectively sealing  the deal. "Sounds like a plan," he hissed excitedly. "But you're going to have to convince a few others to join us if we're going to make this work. Unfortunately, nobody seems to trust me but they'll likely listen to you. As for myself..." A sneaky grin crossed his features as he added, " I'll work on 'borrowing' a few supplies from the other survivors, to help us get on our way. We'll need plenty of food, medicine and weapons if we hope to survive out there."<br/><br/>-------------------------------<br/><br/>"You're not looking too well Mr. Woods... If you don't mind my saying," an enigmatic Everett Duncan politely observed as he stepped up beside his fellow survivor, leaning his arms casually over the railing as his cool, blue-eyed, gaze wandered to the floor below. Attired in a pair of black dress shoes, grey pants and a white polo, it was obvious -- beside a little stubble on his chin and a dark, dishevelled, do -- that he'd taken great care to maintain a neat appearance. It was a slight uncharacteristic for the doctor to break his seclusion and approach Woods but, like everyone else, he had plans. Plans spurred on by the death of Wethers.<br/><br/>"If you have the time I'd like to ask for your help on a task, a particularly dangerous one," he started, with only a moment's hesitation before adding, " To be blunt, I'm forming a team to move beyond the protection of the mall..." He gave Woods a second to take in that "minor" detail, while eyeing him in an attempt to gauge his reaction, "I feel it's time we learnt a little more on not only our situation but that of the rest of the world. Everyone's getting despondent and they might be uplifted by a little action and, hopefully, some information. And all it'd take is a quick jaunt to the nearest communication centre. I've already sent someone to ask for the help of our industrious engineer."<br/><br/>-------------------------------<br/><br/>The usual drone of the generator in the basement was soon joined by a rhythmic grind as an adventurous teen flew through the dark passages, a blur of pink and black. With a raven-haired pony tail, pleated pink skirt and black tank top (with a large white skull adorning the centre), Jenny skated eagerly toward her target, drowning out the noise which grew ever-louder with a pair of headphones currently blasting Trouble, by Pink. The music being all that kept her from making an about face and dashing right back to the mall's upper levels, a thought that she thankfully didn't have to dwell on as her skateboard chopped off the minutes and brought her right before Jessica.<br/><br/>With a deft motion she hopped off her board and give it a flick with her boot, catching it in mid-walk before stopping before Jessica's desk. "Uhh, hi Jess," she began a little nervously as she glanced shyly over to Dezzy and back to the engineer, "I'm not interrupting am I because I, uhh, have, a... Well, you see, you know that doctor guy, he asked me to give you a message but, umm, I can come back... if this isn't a good time, that is." It was a bit of a white lie, or at least an attempt to be polite. She'd likely try convince someone else to return if she couldn't give Jessica the message right then and there.