
being stuck in shields basement had left her out of the loop && out of her contacts trust, the knowledge most of them had gone down in the rise && it’s aftermath leave her adrift for three days exactly. the amount of time it takes to find someone who point her in the right direction with the resources to get her there too. she waits, listening to rumors to know how likely it is she’s going to DIE going in there ;; they’re not all that important in the end when she has an organisation that wants her blood. disconcerting – it’s the only way she can describe the club but she supposes she’s gotten used to silence. the woman s c a r e s her more than may ever did but the gun in her waistband keeps her chin up high. “it’s joker, right? got told you run things ‘round here.”




































