The conversation was interrupted a few moments by the President's kid. Petra shot a glance his way as he continued. She wondered why he was lying, but her expression stayed flat.
In the mean time, the little girl had taken Petra's hand and held it firmly as she choked out a fast introduction. “I'm Mari. It's short for Marianne. I don't know why I'm here.” Petra looked down at her and returned the grasp. She nodded in approval.
And then Jon's response to her questions. She glared back at him with the same calm demeanor as he did so. Petra started to shake her head at his response, but then Harris spoke up and she stopped herself a shake in. She felt it more logical to see what supplies were in the control room and armory before packing up everything else. Perhaps unlike the others, she didn't have a bag in her room. No one had intended her to leave. Not wanting to cause any obvious protest in front of everyone between herself and Jon, she turned toward her room without giving him any acknowledgement. Any debate with the man might have cast her in a negative light. Clearly, there was something off about the guy, but she couldn't do anything except watch out for herself and the others, if she could.
As the two walked passed Mari's room, Petra dropped her off with a smile. “Go ahead and pack up. Only the most important stuff, ok? And change into your warmest clothing.” The little one looked up at her and nodded before doing as told. Petra gave one last look around the hallway before returning to her room.
Her room was an absolute mess from the thrashing she'd been giving it the past five days. Petra grabbed a moderate amount of non-perishables from the cabinets and a couple of bottles of water. She threw them all onto the middle of her bed. Next, she stripped and changed into clean clothes and began layering. Underwear and bra, shorts and tank, t-shirt and long underwear, long sleeved shirt and sweat pants, sweatshirt, two pairs of socks, and finally, her trainers. These were the only kinds of clothes she had in her room. No warm coats or boots. She packed a few changes of clothes, more specifically of the bottom layer type which would spoil the quickest.
Petra yanked the top sheet free on all corners and then tied it in a bundle around her belongings to form her 'bag.' She hoped there'd be another back pack somewhere else in the facility she could use. Or perhaps one of the others had an extra for her. Lastly, she grabbed a black cotton beanie she had never used from the chest at the foot of her bed and pulled it down over her ears. She walked out with her knapsack in hand and walked back to Mari's room. In the days to come, she knew she'd be happy she'd kept up a fitness regimen, depending on how long she'd have to lug all of that around.
“Can you stay put and watch our stuff until it's time to go?” She set the bag next to the little girls and waited briefly for a reply before walking over to the covered body. She uncovered the feet, unlaced the boots and pulled them off. She set them on top of the bodies stomach. For the time being, she left them there for anyone else that might have wanted them, as they weren't quite her size. Perhaps there were others more suitable elsewhere. Maybe even other bodies that needed to be stripped. All actions were taken matter-of-factly and without emotion.
Finally, Petra walked over to Jon to finish up their conversation. She crossed her arms over the chest and leaned in a bit. “I don't feel great about you and the... senator's... son being the only ones with weapons... so how about we get that armory open now?” She pulled back and looked into his eyes for a few moments. In a way, she was testing him, just as she would do with the others. As far as anyone knew, Petra was a non-threat. She began walking toward the rooms to get a better look at the maps, but continued to speak. “Plus... who knows what else we'll find behind these doors. And on the other floors too. I'm positive there are medical stores in addition to this food storage. Just have to find it. Would be helpful to have in case of... emergency.” She adjusted her cap and leaned her back against the wall as she waited for him to open the doors. The quicker they got through this, the sooner she could focus on getting to know everyone better.