Everything happened so suddenly that Gwen wasn't entirely sure what to make out of the situation.  The mandatory company retreat she'd been forced to attend been a blessing in disguise.  Leaving the day before it all went down, she expected to be suffering through dull talks and team building exercises—not that it would have saved her life.

There were other people there with them for various different reasons.  When the news broke that they wouldn't be able to get back inside the city, people with family and friends were distraught.  Some of them left trying to get back home while others, like herself, stayed behind.  With nothing to go back to, she found she was more use helping Kenjen, who was the only one to rise to the occasion and take charge.

Gwen was sitting with a couple of people from work she'd been attending the retreat with, leaned back leisurely in her chair while sipping on her drink, when Kenjen approached them and told her what was going on.  Taking another look over at the new arrivals, she'd noticed them when they'd entered but hadn't paid them any mind.  Now she was remembering their faces.  “Got it,” she told him.  Since they didn't look like they needed any help at the moment, she stayed where she was for the time being.

As the night went on and the crowd began to disperse, Gwen stood to took her leave as her own group started going their separate ways.  Her gaze noticing one of the newcomers still at the bar by himself, she thought it might be best if she introduced herself before she went to bed.

Making her way over to the bar, she shook her head when the bartender asked if she wanted anything.  She didn't plan to stay that long.  “Hey,” she said.  Gwen gave him a crooked smile as she leaned against the bar.  “Kenjen said you might need help.”  The woman held her hand out to him for a friendly shake.  “I'm Gwen,” she told him.  “You need anything, let me know.”