[center] Out of all things, Clara hadn’t entirely expected Ryanair to react. The poor thing seemed rooted to the spot, in shock over the gruesome scene before him. Clara had kept herself disconnected from most of the group - distant from nearly everyone except Christian whom she’d looked for immediately in the carnage. He’d not been there - she’d been relieved to notice - but then she wondered how the hell all of this had happened underneath their noses. She’d actually slept through that night, and clearly, so did everyone else who were beginning to emerge from their rooms. 

Her gaze focused on Christian for a long moment as he also emerged, carefully approaching the rest with as much surprise and shock as each of them. His eyes remained only on the bodies below, even as Clara turned suddenly on her heel next to him to take off after Ryanair. She’d seen him slam on the door - again, something she hadn’t expected, before he’d broken into the room. 

Clara was quick to meet him - determined just as he to figure out just what the hell had happened and how it had happened. Kieran [i]had[/i] to have been behind it - with everything that had been happening as of late - however, the new scene that she was met with had caught her off guard just as it had Ryanair. 

Her steps came to an immediate halt as she stepped into the room - the smell of burning flesh invading her nose all at once as her gaze lingered on the blood all over the room before they fell on Kieran. 

“....What the [i]fuck[/i]?” The words were a whisper on her lips as she had seen Ryanair fall in the corner of her view. She’d not looked at him - her attention focused only on Kieran who hadn’t moved. The air almost left her lungs in that moment, unsure if he was even alive - and unsure if she should even approach him. She’d paused and took a step forward before suddenly lurching forward towards him. 

“...Kieran?” It wasn’t really with much thought that she’d dropped next to him to try and take the rods out immediately - ignoring her own burning skin at the touch of it. She was only focused on him -- not Ryanair across the room - not anyone else who could have come in. Perhaps it was instinct - or sheer panic, but suddenly she felt she needed to help. [/center][@Arista]