He blinked at the girl he was holding up- no, her name was Samantha, not "the girl" anymore. Of course he was being a bit blunt, or rude, however you wanted to see it, and he really shouldn't inflict that on these people considering half of them were scared out of their wits. At least, he realized ruefully, he acted the same under pressure as he did in normal situations. Which, really, was mixed news since that particular personality trait wasn't actually sought out as a good thing.
Still, he wouldn't apologize. The sooner they got everything in order, the sooner people would start being rational again, and the sooner they could come up with a plan to get the- pardon his biblical reference- Hell out of here. He was about to continue on when the go- no, no, Samantha- asked, "Why don't we go to the infirmary?"
Allen hadn't thought about that before, too engrossed with the situation to even fathom going to the nurse's office. He paused, thinking it over. On the upside, the infirmary did have medical supplies. However, it was also manned by a robotic nurse who kept everything locked and sealed away from the students unless needed. It would take time to break open the storage and more muscle than the lanky teen or hurt girl could manage.
"Everything's locked up there and it'll take time and effort to get what we need," He summarized after his moment of thought. "Besides, I only really need to look at it right now. When we get to the auditorium, I won't have to move you anymore so we can just sit down and take a look, all right?" He really hoped she wouldn't argue, really he did. That would just be more taxing for all of them.