<strong>Morgan Townsend -- Stairs from second level to first. Likely to turn around.</strong><br/><br/>In her position, on her knees holding on to her Karry-All bag as it was really the only thing to hold on to, the sounds of the battle mere metres away were getting scary. She could see sheriff and his deputies along the railings, poised to strike at those that would dare to break through this barricade that everyone was talking about. That part she could not see. The violence had quieted down and Kane spoke quite a bit during this time but his words wouldn't register to the young doctor.<br/><br/>Just when she figured that she had the time and the composure to finally stand up and speak to the sheriff about just what her contribution to this defensive position could be, the sounds of dogs followed by a hail of bullets, screams, and improvised fire bombs filled the room again. Her own yelp joined the crescendo, dropping her again to her knees. This violence was not something she was used to and when one of the deputies slumped to the ground, the face of his helmet splattered with his own blood, Morgan had enough.<br/><br/>Survival mode clearly in effect, Dr. Townsend stood up and turned on her heel, making her way back toward the second floor. There were others that joined her, but were perhaps more inclined to protect themselves than her, shoving the lithe girl around. She was sure she was going to have a bruised rib when her mid section med the railing of the steps as a result of the mass atrium exodus, but that was the least of her problems.<br/><br/>Once at the top of the stairs, Morgan took a moment to assess what her options were. She could find her parents, who would be on this floor as a married couple. She couldn't be certain, however, as the both of them are intuitive enough to make their way what they deemed as a safer place. That would leave where she had started: the medical bay. With its elevator, she could move about each of the floors and help administer aid if necessary... or perhaps shut it down if the attackers manage to get that far on either of the floors. For her own sake, and the rest of the vault, the doctor quickly made her way back to her work station.<br/><br/>As the door slid away into the wall of the medical bay, Morgan reached in and turned off the lights. It simply made her feel safer knowing that she had the cover of darkness for at least a few seconds if an armed man burst through the door. Knowing her own 'office', so to speak, helped her navigate the room. Once close to the elevator, she stopped, sat down, and listened. What for? She wasn't sure. Morgan will know when it happens.