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"Thank you!" Cataleen nearly collapsed from relief when someone responded. She grasped her hand, squeezing it tightly, and was reluctant to let go when Juniper left to quickly scour the nearby booths. Human contact was a grounding line. She felt she might go spinning off into the air without it. Hopefully that wasn't blood loss speaking.

Paper towels are definitely not the ideal treatment for broken skin, but Cataleen recognized that it was the only thing on hand right now. She gingerly lifted her shirt out of the way as best she could, so Juniper could access the wounds.

"Thank you! I-I'm Cataleen, ow!" she hissed as the towels hit a particularly bad spot, tears welling in her eyes. She tried to talk through the pain. "I was here, and something hit me. Th-the werewolf, I guess?"

Cataleen did her best to keep it together while Juniper left for the extra supplies. She distracted herself by sorting through some of the mess on the booth with the one arm she could move without experiencing searing agony. They seemed to be short on supplies of any sort, maybe there was something useful under the mess?

"Oh thank goodness." Cataleen replied when Juniper returned with some actual medical supplies. "Yes, please! I think I could manage to help out with the others if you can get some kind of bandage on there."

"Take care of that guy okay.. you're good at that." He remembered Aleksy now, the guy who yelled at him from slumping in the art store. He was a good dude.. he was pretty sure.

Wil shouldered his Badtz Maru backpack again after giving Nasir a short kiss goodbye, and moved back where Finn and the others were gathered.

"I think there's stairs down the other end too.." He motioned to the map.

Wil was going to the basement.

What he wanted was for his mother to sit down and hold his hand again. Or to be allowed to sleep. He was so tired and nothing really made sense anymore, like he'd been up for hours and hours and hours. Like when he stayed up for days. He wanted to nest into Jeremiah's coat and like, turn everything off, goodnight, no more any of this.

"I want to go home," he mumbled, again, cracking an eye open. "Or vodka."

He ******** missed vodka.

Herself and the boys managed to open the large double doors. She felt a swell of pride, as if being a part of a unit had filled some hole in her otherwise selfish life. Probably just a side effect of the trauma, she wagered. It would pass.

She peered over the edge, tucking her hair behind her ear. It was difficult to see down there, but there had to be another door. And perhaps even an escape in her future. Ugh, would she have to go down that rickety ladder herself? She looked over her shoulder as the woman outside made more excuses about why she wouldn't come save them.

"I suppose a Princess must save herself now and again." She stated haughtilly, flipping her hair now. After all, going down an elevator shaft was much more manageable than being stuck in a room of groaning slasher victims.

"Genetlemen~!" She turned, opening her arms in a grand gesture to her elevator Princes. "Shall we? I feel as if freedom is in our hands if we all work together~." There was a falseness in her tone. After all, Kitty Peterson was not the benevolent sort of Princess wannabe.

"Also; One of you has the honour of allowing me to ride on your back as we all venture down this ladder. I simply cannot safely use that contraption in these heels~."

Hux chuckled, amused, at the pink-swathed young woman. "I think you're gonna wanna take those heels off and climb down yourself. It'd be too dangerous, to have you dangling around someone's neck- don't you think?" He peered into the darkness that was the elevator shaft, allowing his eyes to follow the line of dim LED lights that illuminated the ladder. "That's a long drop."

Blood made him nauseous and heights made him dizzy. It'd probably be best if he stayed on the first floor. Climbing down a dark shaft with a head wound, after all, was not ideal in any way. He stepped back, allowing the others to make their own decision as to whether or not they would go or stay.

As he ventured away from the huddled group, he took note of a child, crying in the corner of the library and he moved towards her and her mother- picking up a pile of plastic cups from the wreckage of the wine booth and moving to fill them at the water fountain. When he was done, he brought a cup to the child, as well as handed one to the mother.

The child sniffled, hiccuped, and then was silent. Huxtable smiled at her, and she hid her face from view.

((And because I suck and forgot, here's my roll for my above post. ninja ))

"No, no I'm fine," Amelia waved off, taking a few deep breathes before standing up. She glanced over at Ian and then back over at the now open elevator shaft. There really wasn't much she could do here with all the injured people, but there was a chance she could explore down into the basement. She felt like she would at least make a bit more difference helping down there.

"Hey, I'm going down there. Wasn't sure what your plan was," she said to him, wandering closer to it. With her mind made up she descended down.