<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/elmTVS8.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Jennifer Tarleton</span></strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qIQ4wdGp2XF0GXVHPoVyQ2MhBZ_WvFhS5vnLxabUE4A/edit)<br/><br/>Jenny finally finished reassembling the gun, rising to carry it back to the locker with her name stenciled on the door, tucking it away and slapping the door closed, before sauntering over to snag a bottle.  "Who knows, maybe he is a mind reader," she said with a smirk, setting the bottle against the edge of the table and slapping the lid, catching the cap as it popped off with her empty hand and flicking it toward Javier in one smooth motion.<br/><br/>"Gotta say, this high alert is getting to me, though.  I mean, we never really know, do we, when something's going to happen.  I keep expecting, every time I rack out, to be woken up mid shift by the alarms going off.  But nothing ever happens."  She spun one of the chairs around, settling into it backwards, setting her coke on the table with a shake of her head.  "I just don't know what to expect anymore.  I mean..."  She sighed, and shrugged.  "I know I'm not the only one antsy about all this, but still."