Sleeping on the floor with nothing but the clothes on her back wasn't comfortable though a very nice man offered her to use his jacket as a blanket while Tyler complained about the loss of his during his run to the elevator.  She accepted the offer though ended up using it as a pillow rather than a blanket and Elizabeth still didn't sleep well that night.  

The next morning everyone was fed from what they had in stock.  Someone had gone through already to ration out the food, not knowing how long they were going to be there.  Since they were only in there a day, the portions were still generous though as time went on they would undoubtedly get smaller.  Maybe even non-existent.  

“I should be upstairs with the other big wigs.  Why am I stuck down here with you nobodies?” Tyler asked, looking dejected as he picked at his food.

Elizabeth popped hers in her mouth and then, upon seeing that Tyler wasn't eating his, reached over to take some off his plate.  Pretending to think about his question, she finally replied, “Maybe because you suck and no one likes you.”

The man scowled which caused her to grin; she was amused.  Unable to eat due to the stress, he pushed his plate away and she happily took it from him.  Things were going well until he said, “You can be such a bitch, Lizzy.”  Then the smile quickly vanished from her face.

“I told you not to call me that,” she warned, her eyes narrowed in his direction.  The fry she held hung limp, but she would throw it if she had to.

Now it was his turn to annoy her.  “Lizzy, Lizzy, Lizzy,” he said.  It was a pet peeve of hers whenever someone called her anything other than Elizabeth.  Only a select few could get away with it and Tyler was not one of them.  She'd much rather he continue calling her a bitch.  She arched the fry in his direction and he flinched as it hit his chest.  It was the only thing he ate.

But as soon as Ava sat down at the table things became calm.  They minded themselves around her, but mostly because she was the nice one.  A calm and rational head on her shoulders, the two of them tended to look towards her for guidance even if she didn't know anything more than the rest of them.

“Hear anything new?” Tyler asked.

The woman frowned and shook her head.  “No.  They're keeping things pretty quiet.  I heard one of the security staff talk about fixing up a radio, but I don't think they ever got it to work.”  She gave them an apologetic look feeling guilty that she couldn't bring them better news.  It wasn't her fault though and neither of them held it against her.

Down on the 32nd floor, they hadn't been privy to much information which made the others unhappy.  People wanted to leave, get home, and see their families.  All Elizabeth wanted was to know if her son was okay, but even when someone had let her use their telephone, there wasn't any signal.  She hadn't been able to get in touch with anyone and inside she was a complete wreck.  But she was trying her best to hold up—something she was finding difficult without her usual vices.

“I can't stay locked up in here,” she sighed.

It was perhaps the only thing she and Tyler could agree on.  “No one wants to be here,” he said.  “But how do we get out?”  Glancing between the two of them, he asked, “Do we even know what the situation in the lobby is like?  Are they still down there?”

As bad as it was, as far as they knew, they were the only three to make it out of the lobby and they hadn't heard anything about it since.  A few people had asked them what had happened, but none of them wanted to talk about it.  No one understood what they had been through down there or knew how bad it really was—which was why the three of them mostly took to conversing amongst themselves, even if two of them didn't get along.