She saw Red's face close down.  It almost sent her over the edge, but she looked around, a dart of the eyes here and there, and realized everyone was a little anxious but she was the one being bitchy.<br/><br/>"My luck ran out with the outer door," she said to Ricky.  "And, I've just ticked off my friend.  So, I'm going to do something about the one thing I can do something about."<br/><br/>Lauren stalked up to Red.  "Look, don't pull this crap with me, Red.  Yell at me, tell me I'm being an ass or whatever; don't shut down."  She poked him in the chest, a light tap, but it might look like she was getting mad, when in truth she was only making her point.  "You," she said with the tap, "are my friend and friends get to bitch at each other.  So, I do it better than you....you still need to tell me when I'm out of line.  O.K.?"  She stared at him a few moments.  "And, by the way, you smell like zombie, but I still consider you my friend.  Oh, yeah...thanks for helping get rid of those trespassers."  She glanced around and then back at Red.  "To answer your question, I wish I was back in the bar.  That alarm...what caused it to go off?  Did we just seclude ourselves with a virus?  Won't that be fun?  And, Red, did you happen to notice?  There aren't any bathrooms visible."  Lauren hissed this as she leaned closer to Red.  "Not good on top of not good, eh?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br/>Handgun<br/>Hamlet<br/>Notebook<br/>Mechanical Pencil<br/>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br/><br/>HP: 137/147<br/>Stamina:  174/182<br/>Feeling:  Better in a worse sort of way.</div></div>