<strong>Morgan Townsend -- Ushered into the science lab with the other women</strong><br/><br/>Morgan was not a fan of this useless feeling. When it came to living or dying, though, she wasn't going to complain a whole lot of it was done for her safety. Just how safe was it, though? By now, the group of infiltrators would have made a nice home in the atrium. The only thing really preventing them from coming up was a makeshift defense in the cafeteria and a shaking holding of the stairwell to the second level. She could only hope they don't know how to use an elevator.<br/><br/>Sitting on one of the desks in the lab, Dr. Townsend watched as her fellow vault dwellers paced and pondered about their current situation. Many cried, many other consoled them, and a few were agitated by being shut into this lab. Morgan figure out what to do with herself in here. As a senior doctor, she would have assumed her life's work would have been more useful to the sheriff and those protecting her... but perhaps there just aren't any wounded to attend to. The doctor recalled the poor man that was shot clean in the head, crumpling down a few yards in front of her. It made her shudder.<br/><br/>The young woman had her hands flat together between her clamped thighs, trying to keep them warm despite the cold jitters. It was so annoying to be sitting here, waiting for this whole thing to end. Judging from the body language, the movement of the remaing security forces, it was not good. It made her wonder where her parents were, if they were safe. She wondered why they weren't here with her in the lab - probably went further into the dorms to scrounge up those that were locked with fear in their rooms. Dad always liked playing the noble type.<br/><br/>Morgan came back to reality when she noticed that two of the women were making their way out of the science lab. It was a curious sight as she would have assumed that the guard would rather not have people run about all willy-nilly and potentially get in the way. The one girl, the voice of radio one-eleven, looked determined to be out of this lab. The doctor bit her bottom lip in thought, outlining all the pros and cons of just running out there with them.<br/><br/>It all boiled down to her wanting to help out here. The call for medical aid is bound to happen.