<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Black<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Burning down an art gallery<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the therapy room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Phaedra<br/><hr/><br/>Sarah dropped down next to Phaedra and looked around the room. She crawled closer towards the fire extinquisher, impressed so far with the other woman's quick thinking and survival skills. She had to admit to finding it a bit ironic that she might end up dying in a fire at the rate things were going and she hoped the big guy would either finish breaking the window or get the hell out of the way so she and the other women could crawl through that opening that had been made. She poised on hands and knees, looking almost like a runner in a relay race, clearly ready to bolt through the window. A thought occured to her and she grabbed another water bottle, opened it and poured it over her own head and shoulders, not about to risk her own hair catching fire. She grabbed a couple of napkins and poured the rest over it and held them up to her mouth and nose, hoping this improvised 'mask' would give her some extra time.