The meeting had freaked Chelsea out considerably. Murder, guns, self-defense classes... This was supposed to be a fun vacation, dammit, not a real-life Agatha Christie mystery. Dressed in her shorts and a Green Day shirt, she headed to Lisa's room and knocked. She smiled as Lisa opened the door, trying to keep up a good attitude in the face of the chaos. "Howdy, ma'am, did you order a wheelychick?" she asked as she entered the room.