Letting out a frustrated noise, she hurried from the room making sure she shut it behind her. The last thing she wanted was the crazy killer getting in there and hurting him.
Instead, she headed for the stairs. Yeah, there were five levels between I deck and her room, but the run would hopefully help her clear her head.
If not, nobody actually took the stairs, so they wouldn't see her crying. She was going to go hide and hope this day didn't get any worse.
Or at least, by herself, she couldn't screw anything else up.