~Ashling McGuffin~ - Komari, Phoebe, Christian, Sam, Briggs

Everyone seemed to pile into the kitchen at once. One fool telling her not to kill herself, the other saying she shouldn't use sacrifices or whatever and one trying to defend her. She blushed dark red and raised her voice with enough volume to startle the nuns back home.

[b]"QUIET!"[/b] She herself stopped talking, her small mouth turned into a pout and her forehead twisted into a scowl. Once she had their attention, Ashling folded her arms, still holding the knife. "I'd been thinking what I might make for everyone to settle their rumbling bellies, eh? And yes, I [i]was[/i] considering taking it for my own defense purposes. Afterall, I'm trapped in a school full of people what want to possibly kill each other." Her shoulders slumped a bit an she looked down. "I don't want to be in this situation." Her hazel eyes once more found them. Her voice took on a challenging tone, but the glaze of her eyes would tell them it wasn't out of aggression, but fear. "Is that a problem?" 
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/\Christian Urel/\ - Ashling, Komari, Briggs, Phoebe, Sam

Christian followed them last into the cafeteria's kitchen. His long legs walking rather than running to catch up to them. As he arrived, he could see the situation had gotten out of hand. After the girl holding the knife.. Ashling, yes... that was her name, said her bit, Christian slowly walked past everyone towards her.

~Ashling~

As she focused on the people that were there, her eyes turned to Christian and widened, a bit fearful of the Goliath of a man in front of her. She slowly backed up, holding her knife out in front of her. She was so scared that tears began to well into her eyes and she shut them tightly, expecting the worst.

/\Christian/\

Christian knelt down as he came to her and gently pried the knife from her hand. Ashling's eyes opened quickly, confused and surprised as she looked at him. Christian put a hand on her hair and ruffled it slightly, giving her a smile. Ashling looked at him through her tears of fear, understanding his silent reassurance, and practically bowled him over when she hugged him. Christian was so surprised he took a step back but regained his footing quickly and looked down at her, her head barely reaching the bottom of his chest. He smiled once more and rubbed her back, setting the chefs knife down onto the kitchen island. 
He looked over at Sam and Briggs, gesturing with his eyes that perhaps they should take her outside. Clearly she was stressed enough to hug a stranger, she needed some consoling that Christian just couldn't give her with his predicament.