Jane

She accepts the profered music player and slides it into her coat pocket, her gestures are almost those of an automaton.

Claws, fangs, blood, ichor, guns, chains. Dead...dead... I'm ok. I'm alive, unhurt. What if there are others like this... She shudders. Wake up and smell the cordite Jane. This is not a nightmare; this is reality. Get your self into gear and keep moving. That's how you stay alive and that's how you'll get to fight another day.

Jane shakes off the ghastly thoughts that had been pleaguing her into inaction and composes herself.

"Ok. People on the other side... We need to get some light in here. Let's find those light switches. That should help us dispell any misgivings that frightened people might have. If they can see us and they can see the dead thing that was the guard...they'll be more likely to believe that we are on their side. Then we'll find the door that leads into the store."

She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her left ear, squares her shoulders and smiles. Her gestures seem incongruous and yet oddly reassuring. Suddenly she seems in control of herself and of her surroundings. She walks towards the door through which they entered and begins to examine the wall for some sort of light switch.