Attempting to plan for this agonizing situation was quickly growing more and more frustrating.  She had nothing, no idea of what these people wanted, no real understanding of what was going on and absolutely no plan.  She never really understood until now what it meant to be frightened.  The feather in her purse almost seemed to shift, a silent plea more than an offer that all she had to do was to call upon her Thunderbird.  Of course, that would create much more problems than solutions right now.<br/><br/>They all needed information.  Being sealed into the mall was certainly a bad sign, because it meant that the man wasn't trying to get out.  His cronies likewise wouldn't have any real clue, as signified by their fear.  That could mean anything, though: he might be controlling them, he might be blackmailing them, or he might be throwing out all sorts of promises that didn't make any sense.<br/><br/>Someone was going to have to make the first move.  She really didn't want it to be her, but it all too often was.  Slipping some distance away from all the others, she finally stood up, hands raised to show that she had no weapons, taking a breath in anticipation of having all the guns trained upon her.<br/><br/>"You're here for me, aren't you?"  It sounded like a sudden revelation that just came to her lips the moment that she let herself speak.  "Somehow you knew I was here and you tracked me down."  The fear wasn't as paralyzing as she expected it to be.  Somehow time just kept right on flowing, her body acting without her mind seeming to fully realize the danger.  As long as she didn't have to fight, she felt as though she would be alright.