"The jacket doesn't look bad on you though." Sherry was the last person who would actively go to scientists if she found out. She had spent too much time in labs as a kid, and wouldn't wish it on anyone else.
The blond stayed still a moment glancing around without making it too obvious. "Trish would have come from the right, I say we start there." It was where the pie smell from her coat was the strongest, she glanced back slightly noting where everyone was standing. None of them were grouped up like a gang, which told her if a fight did start it would me more of a mob riot. "And let's keep it calm, more worried about knives than a gun."