"A lockdown?" Gwyn frowned. "There's no way that's good, is there?" 

Gwyn was already sick of this new world. All of these things and moving around. She knew she was going to miss being comfortable and being lazy.

"They're going to get here soon, aren't they?" Gwyn was referring to the things. "And your weapons are a lot better than mine."

Gwyn was worried. This was serious. This was something she had to get through. She was not used to being in serious situations. God, she was stressed; she really needed a cigarette. Soon.