Greta held her arm out to Anne and beckoned her to come with them. Jane seemed unaware of the tension Greta felt or the danger of bringing Anne out with them. She was sweet and a bit out of touch. Greta motioned for her to follow and she began to back away slowly, much as Anne had done, imitating her motions in the hope that the mirroring would gain her trust. "Come Anne. I'm not sure it's so safe inside the room right now. If you're frightened of the storm, we want you to come with us." She looked to Jane who was eager to help. Greta was unsure if Anne had loosed herself from her jacket again and kept the tazer in one pocket that no one knew she had. She calculated how quickly she could draw the syringe meant for Anne from her pocket and place it. She would need at least three seconds to stop her if she turned. Greta held her breath.