Alana looked over to the man that came up, her eyes flicking to the nametag he was wearing that identified him as the store manager. She forced herself to take a breath, realizing she barely had since the first gruesome scene on the news, as the man asked them to leave in an orderly fashion. She was about to just go when the woman behind the counter caught her eye again. Understandably, she seemed scared and shocked, and Alana couldn't found herself unable to just walk away. Her innate desire to help people was part of the reason she did what she did for a living.

"Hey," she said as calmly as she could manage, reaching out slowly to rest her hand on the woman's arm, giving her a gentle smile, "You should get out of here too. Whatever this is... whatever's going on, it's probably going to cause a panic... do you need a ride?"