(I'm kind of assuming that Sasaki came back inside the lobby)<br/><br/>Jennifer was still, sitting on the chair as everyone moved around her. For the short time that she was left alone, she approached the television and turned it off. "...heard about enough of that shit," she mumbled to herself. Her mind was exceedingly busy, she tried to Compose her thoughts, but they were chaotic and nearly impossible to make sense of. She begin pacing slowly around the lobby. Sasaki re-entered and they were left alone. Jennifer found it a good time to answer the question. "Hey." She started slowly, guiding her next sentence slowly. "I didn't see your mother in the newscast. I'm sorry." She had more to say but she had to be gentle. Sasaki was in a fragile space, and delicacy would be paramount. "in times like these. We think about our loved ones a lot, and we hope their ok. But we're all going to have to remember to look out for ourselves." It was stating to come out funny. She tried to start over. "If your mother is alive, she's thinking of you. The best thing you can do for her, whether she's alive or dead, is be strong." She tried not to be too intense, even though what she was saying was supposed to empower her tiny Asian friend. "ya know, just don't freak out, ok?"<br/><br/>That's about when the lobby door opened and Abbie was suddenly in her face. She was still acting on first instincts like a crazy person. Her proposition had something to do with Roseville, driving, a truck, and guns. Jennifer stared at her a long moment. "No way, that's a stupid idea on a lot of levels." Jennifer was freaked out but she seemed to be the only person with a level head in the area. She shifted her weight back and forth. She suddenly felt responsible for these people. If she wasn't going to bring them together, no one would. Sasaki had gone nearly catatonic. Heather and Jake were just standing outside talking to each other like it was totally safe. Now, Abbie... "Listen..." Her tone was aggressive. Jennifer liked it when pretty people were stupid, it gave her a chance to feel powerful, something she liked more than she knew. "I don't know your name... but if you don't calm down, like, right now; you're probably gonna die. Do you follow me?" She was trying not to add what she was really thinking, "and get out of that prom dress, you'd be better off naked that wrapped up in that thing."<br/><br/>Her task was far from finished, but maybe those around her would start acting with their wits about them like she was. It was really all she could hope for. She wished there was a smarter man around her, one with a good idea and a plan. If she was the smartest person in the group, they weren't going to last long.