Katsumi had just got Abbie dragged a couple inches when the male cop burst in and looked around as though studying the room. She bit her lips and just lowered to her knees and held the young blonde against her lap. When the cop addressed her, Katsumi froze. She had never been in the position of knowledge, at least not for others's advantage. She took a moment to think, ways to higher ground? She brushed back some bangs from her face and thought through all the movies she'd seen that concerned zombies.<br/><br/>Looking over to the cop again, she nodded. Fingers lightly playing along the body of the gun, nervous of actually having to use it. Her nerves got to her enough that her accent was kind of thick.<strong>"Out the door in the back office is a ladder up to the roof... There are also two ceiling doors from rooms towards the two ends of the building..."</strong>Pausing for a moment, she slipped out from under Abbie, stood up and moved closer to Andrew.<strong>"I only worry that being on the roof traps us.. I mean, that could leave us stuck with nothing..."</strong><br/><br/>She glanced to Heather, then looked down, feeling bad that the woman was panicking badly. She was hiding her own panic, wanting to be able to help those here as much as possible, and freaking out wouldn't help. Taking a deep breath, she looked to Andrew and the convict.<strong>"There is a burger joint not that far from here... If we can get there, we would have a supply of food, for at least a little while... That would also be helpful in getting us in a better spot to find help or to be found..."</strong><br/><br/>Glancing at Lexi, she couldn't help but give a little smile at the almost twisted comment that she made about studying zombie samples. She scratched the back of her head for a second as she thought. She had a feeling she was falling into stereotypical Asian, by trying to be smart about the situation, but sometimes stereotypes be damned, being the Asian was helpful. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened a bit, corners twisted in a hopeful smile. Looking between the two cops, she really hoped she wouldn't be let down.<strong>"Can you call for backup? Or call in our location for pickup or something?"</strong><br/><br/>Nibbling her lip, she stuck her free hand, the one not holding the shotgun, in her pocket to keep the nervous gestures minimal. She didn't want to be seen as scared or helpless just because she was small or whatever. She felt bad about it, but she was trying to rate their survival chances, which included who might last longest. Right now she rated the young blonde, Lexi (because she was hurt), and Jennifer at the bottom, and Andrew, the female cop, and the convict at the top. She hoped that they could help Jennifer, she liked being sort-of-friends with the girl and felt she might cry if something happened to her. She spoke quietly.<strong>"Jennifer ran to her room.. I don't want her stuck there..."</strong>