Derek walked down the stairs slowly, not being able to stop due to those behind him. He glanced as the door shut behind them, a latching sound echoed through the hall. He glanced over at Bishop and showed his few blades, not revealing the hidden one. He watched Calli show her handgun. He turned away when she began to ramble on about her medical training. Another man was asking about who the leader would be, and that stumped Derek. Who should be in charge? He liked the fact that Calli didn't seem to have a mental problem, and he also liked Bishops communication skills. He would pick one of them if he had to choose. He filled with the makeshift blade, twirling it between his fingers. He would wait to speak up, see what everyone else said.

Calli grinned as she finished talking about her medical training. It was so interesting, to her at least. She placed the handgun back in its holster. "So, Bishop," She began, "Aren't you the guy who makes the toys for the children in the Community?" She grinned. It was so sweet for him to do that for them, especially with how hard it must be for them... but why did he leave? Wouldn't they want to go to him for comfort? She was in no position to judge, so she spoke no word of this. She had a feeling they would get along greatly. She glanced over at the rest of the group, as one spoke up about picking a leader. She hadn't thought about that... She didn't want someone like Bishop to be put in a position that could make him feel guilty because of choices he made. She would pick on of the silent types, as they had probably been through tough situations before. 

Louie walked ahead, glancing at where the tunnel went both directions. He peeked around the corners, his hands on his revolver. He slowly paced back to talk to the group. "Well, we can go either direction.. I assume both take us to the stairs." He paused as the others spoke, "They're both right. We need to figure out what everyone has, and who is going to be in charge." He withdrew the flashlight and the two batteries. "I've got these, and my revolver. The kid has a few blades." He wanted to think on the leadership thing. Maybe they could go down a few floors, and then make the decision? But if something went wrong, there would be total chaos and no leader to calm everyone back down. They needed to make the decision now." He leaned against the nearest wall, and waited for the others to speak up.