Katsumi watched the convict pacing. Oddly she felt safe with him there, but she wasn't sure why. Nibbling her bottom lip, she looked around. Brushing back a chocolate lock, she waited to see what others would do. She jumped a little when Dante blurted out his idea. A small smile twisted her lips. She had forgotten about the bus yard.<strong>"The bus yard should be a good place to hold up for a little, and I am sure that would open more possibilities."</strong><br/><br/>She was glad that someone else had a better idea than getting to the roof, which had been suggested a couple times now. She blinked when he went to the back room, and twitched a little when she heard the glass shatter. When he came back out with the ax, she tilted her head a bit. She had the sudden thought that if he was willing for close range combat with the zombies, then she could too, since her specialty was hand to hand, not guns. She smiled and moved over to stand close to him.<br/><br/><strong>"Its polite to offer your name before asking others theirs, so... I am Katsumi.."</strong>She gave a cute look, one that was habit when introducing herself.<strong>"I don't want to call you Mr. Convict... so what may I call you?"</strong>She glanced to the door and shivered a little at the sight of the zombies. She then hoped that Jennifer was ok.<strong>"I am sure we can come up with something for getting out of here, but I don't want to leave Jennifer here alone..."</strong>She bit her bottom lip, chewing it in concern.<br/><br/>She was shaking, but not a lot. She refused to show fear in this rough situation. She refused to be seen as weak or incapable because of her size. She glanced at Dante, realizing he was just over a foot taller than her. Huh, standing next to someone that much taller made her feel even shorter than she was. Looking down at her feet, she tried to come up with good results of being so small. She paled a little when she could only come up with bad results.