Heather perked up at the sound of another voice. It was creepily calming. The air did wonders, but this particular voice was comforting, soothing. The words were even that much better. "<strong>I'm doing alright,</strong>" she replied, looking over to find 'Ya'll' managing to get out of the office too, with a very similar idea to the brunette as well. "<strong>Just needed some air. This whole situation has honestly gotten me rattled. Thanks so much for asking, it really does make me feel better. I--</strong>"<br/><br/>There wasn't really much time to say anything else. Gunfire, screaming, and groaning filled the air that Heather was enjoying only seconds ago. The cops from inside the car finally emerged and the looks on their faces were not as comforting as the other girl's voice. She turned in the direction of the commotion and almost screamed out herself, but Jake came out to get her and pulled her into the office.<br/><br/>There was so much on her mind right now. This was crazy. This can't be real. She wanted to see what the girl was up to outside. She wanted to see what was happening to that man. She wanted this all to go away and for her to just be driving on her way home for fucking dinner. Another gunshot. Heather freaked.<br/><br/>Screaming into Jake's chest, Heather's words were muffled. She wasn't really sure what she was saying herself, but it was likely along the lines that this was absolutely fucked and that she didn't want to be a part of this at all. Her panic, her crying was all that was real to her right now. What everyone else was doing meant nothing to her. Whether the door was closed or locked, whether people passed out or even if they bolted away to another room. All she cared about right now was her tears, and her fears, which were both probably clearly on Jake's shirt. He himself didn't really mean much to her, but it was comforting all the same. He was in the same boat, but since he was a man, he was obligated to be strong for the both of them, right? Heather just hugged him tightly, crying and mumbling the occasional nonsense into his chest.