Sondra is usually the epitome of calm and collected, but things were already going to the shitter much faster than usual. She was lost without any sort of instruction or guidance and was standing there a few feet from Joseph and Kevin while a few others wandered about. It made complete sense to her to try and get back to through the door, to at least make an attempt to save their pilot from whatever fate is beyond it.<br/><br/>The young girl did, however, take a quick look at the door to see if there was something that she could do herself. It didn't look very modern, although certainly heavy, so her own skill set wouldn't be much use. Or so she thinks, anyway, so Sondra made no immediate move toward it. She, casually, stepped up beside Arthur, taking a second look at the door. She didn't recall anyone saying they were going to close it, or anyone receiving any direct orders to do so. It bothered her, but not enough for her to think too much on it - she more just wanted to be told to do something, have something else to worry about.<br/><br/>The chatter about dogs and doing anything else but helping their pilot upset her, but not in a visible manner. The sounds from outside were muffled and hushed, the only sure noises being those coming from the radio, but she wasn't very keen on listening in on the ordeal.