Stepping onto the porch of the bar Betty took a moment to survey the damage. Organize people, Laura had said. Just how the heck was she supposed to do that!? It wasn't as if she knew any of the people here, held any kind of position or had so much as a remote idea on how to organize this mess.<br/><br/>Which meant, she realized with a sinking feeling, that she was going to have to wing it... Pretend to be in charge. Pretend to know what she was doing.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, the woman composed her face to be at its most professional, its most self-assured. Her business face. "Excuse me," she said, stepping up to a man who seemed to be giving first aid to a be-dreadlocked girl, "We're gathering everyone in the bar. Best if you take her there. Miss," straightening up, she addressed a middle-aged woman peering out of the window of her van. "We're trying to get everyone together in the pub." And so she went on, trying to direct as many people as possible to the pub. She wasn't exactly sure where to go from there, but it seemed a good idea to get everyone together.<br/><br/>As she rounded a corner she spotted Graham and Alan with a young lady and quickly moved towards them.<br/><br/>"Graham," she said as she approached the man, "So good to see you." Her eyes passed over his injuries, glad to find they weren't serious. "We're gathering everyone in the pub. You ah… you wouldn't have time to say a few words, maybe? What with Cath being... unavailable…?" She couldn't quite keep the pleading note out of her voice.