[her journalism major roommate shared a tidbit from a professor with her: if it bleeds, it leads. she thought it sounded morbid and callous, but she also has strong memories of active shooter drills in school and college. they terrified her, prompting her to ball herself up as tightly as possible under a desk with her hands over her ears.

and she still looks rather like a fish, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape before responding] I. Um. It's just--I can't really talk about it. I signed a non-disclosure agreement which means I can't talk. But I--I had my reasons.