Why yes, she does have a second knife, and a third, but that one's a spare just in case. Jeff had trained her well. "No." She says, still crouched in the corner like a well dressed feral cat. She ignores the frumpy one and keeps her eyes on the well dressed one. He's the one that's in charge. She can tell.

Her white dress pools around her feet, hiding the heels that she's wearing. Her make up is perfect, flawless, even though she's scared, she's been crying, and she just wants her friends back.

"I want my friends back." She all but snarls. She wants them back, immediately.

She starts easing along the wall, heading for the door. Still with her knives, though. She knows there's a way out through the kitchen and she plans on using it, if she can get there.