Sandy attempts to get between Jackson and Stephanie before he can hug the girl, and push him away slightly.  More or less she's just putting her hand against his chest and she shakes her head no.  "I know you mean well, but she's still in shock and the last thing she's going to want is some guy touching her.  No offense." She looks back to the girl, still holding her hand then motions to the stairs.  "Though we do need to get out of here and make sure Eric doesn't kill himself trying to save his mutt."<br/><br/>She does admire the sword that Eric had made for her.  Not the best ever, but it'd do more than a pole especially if she swings it hard enough.  Maybe she could find a dojo and take one of the real katanas from there and use it.  For now, though, this would do.  Hell, she'd settle for a machete at this point since they plan on going by a hardware store.  Not exactly a place she wants to hang around though, it may have plenty of weapons, but that means plenty of weapons for the people that want to harm them too.  She leads Stephanie down the hall, stopping each time the building shakes and makes sure she doesn't have to turn and grab Stephanie if the floor caves in or something.<br/><br/>She nods to the back-pack like sack that Alana holds for emergencies.  "I'll wear that so that the weight isn't a burden on someone else.  Jack, you go ahead and see if Eric needs any help, we'll be right behind you." She means that too, it's just that Jack isn't attached to anyone or anything and has the ability to run ahead.  Meanwhile Sandy is occupying herself with Stephanie and the medical supplies it'd be hazardous for her to run ahead to try and help Eric.  Gah, what she wouldn't do for HumVee right now.  Or two, given the number of people in their group.  Just the thing being bullet proof and able to drive through six feet of water would be a huge comfort.