She noticed Jennifer run off away from the office, this knowledge made Katsumi panic and angry. Jennifer was the only person who Katsumi knew, even if only a little. Sighing, she felt kind of alone now, seeing as Jake and Heather chose eachother for comfort, Hans and Lexi were talking, and the young blonde girl fainted. She moved back around the counter to duck down and unhook the shotgun from underneath the counter.<br/><br/>She heard the door pull open and the female voice yell out. She jumped a bit in show and fear and hit her head on the underside of the counter.<strong>"Owchie... Fuck."</strong>As the word slipped from her lips, she covered her mouth. Blushing, she was a little unsure why she was felling embarrassed about cussing. Shifting after she unhooked the holds on the shotgun, she rest it on the floor and grabbed a box of shells. Only enough rounds for four shots.<br/><br/>Katsumi shifted and stood up, setting the shotgun and little box on the little desk-ledge of the counter. Reaching over, she grabbed her small backpack and quickly packed her two notebooks and pens in it. She then loaded the shotgun, almost dropping it when she jumped as the convict landed inside the door and started yelling. Eyes wide, she loaded the shotgun and put the box with the rest of the shells in her bag.<br/><br/>When the convict called out about barricading the doors, she blinked.<strong>"There are two main doors. The main one you came in, and the side door. Then there is one to the back office from the main lobby and one from outside into there, but its already locked and has a cross bar. There is one window in the back room, and you see all the windows in this room."</strong>She looked to the female cop, feeling pretty confident with someone of authority, even if that person was panicking a bit.<br/><br/>Katsumi was barely shaking, but she was also pressed against the counter as for stability. Sighing, she wanted to run after Jennifer, but logic told her she might not be able to get there in time. Glancing back at the back office, she bit her lip, kind of wanting to lock herself in there. A whimper escaped her as she looked to the blonde passed out on the floor. With the shotgun in one hand, she moved to Abbie and hooked her free arm around under arms, prepared to drag her behind the counter.