[b]??? - Streets - Emma[/b] "Because I'm a friend," the woman said. She realized it wasn't enough, so she softly added, "A friend of a friend. Ru... Danny knows me." Stepping forward, the woman tucked the knife into a strap at her side. She removed the pack from over her shoulder and set it down next to Emma. "You can search my things if you'd like, so you can see I'm not hiding anything from you. I'm... Monica, by the way." Moving to the side, the woman named Monica leaned against a car, idly touching at her side. She gritted her teeth, lifting the grey sweater to touch at bruised skin. "I came to help, but you didn't need it at all. Funny, huh?" Her voice lacked any real amusement. The woman just sounded tired. With a sad expression, she looked to Emma. "What do you plan to do now?" --- [b]Tina - Baton Rouge Streets - Abram/Turisa/Sam[/b] She didn't move, even as she felt someone was going to pull a trigger sooner or later. This man looked ready to go down fighting, no matter the circumstances. "It doesn't sound like you plan to leave," she noted, a lump growing in ehr throat. "Why is that?" To the side, Jace began to lower his weapon. "Tina, come on. There's no need to be on edge like this." Caleb agreed, lowering his weapon as well. Tina didn't directly look at them, choosing to just glare at the group ahead of her. "Have you run into Tremblay's patrols?" she asked. "If you have, you're lucky to be here." --- [b]Becca - The Plaza - Jessalyn[/b] Becca led her into the tent, giving a small wave to the men inside. One was nursing a hurt leg while the other touched at it. "KK will hook you up," Becca said, turning back to Jessalyn. "That woman is amazing once you get to know her. She takes no one's shit." She leaned in and quietly added, "Not even Tremblay's." She turned away to grab a pair of keys from the desk. She mentioned to the man on duty that she'd be out for a few minutes before leading Jessalyn back outside and toward the Community Center. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said, before stopping and adding, "About your group, I mean. Usually we don't bring in strays, but I heard Kerry went against orders. Nothing unusual there." She wanted to ask a bit more, maybe inquire about the potential father, but Becca didn't want to seem nosy. Jackson was still tailing them, and Becca felt like that was enough of an invasion on the woman's privacy. She reached the building in question and held the door open for Jessalyn to enter. "Your group-- who was in it? Some of them might have been by here, for all you know." --- [b]Tyler - The Motel - Katie[/b] He stared at her, gun in hand, for a long moment. George gave him a sidelong glance, but Tyler paid him no attention. His voice low so that George and Liam wouldn't hear, Tyler said, "No, honey, I don't like hurting people." It would have been easy for him to get made at her-- yell, scream, do any number of wild and irrational things. If anger management classes were a thing any longer, Tyler figured he would have needed them. Still, despite his many outbursts of the past, Tyler managed to keep his cool here. The last time he'd screamed at Katie, he'd lost her, and he never wanted that to happen ever again. "What I did to Lauren was wrong. I wish it had never happened, but I-- she was keeping you from me, Katie. I need you, and you need me. Lauren would have died before I had you back, and so I had her die. I liked it, Katie, but only because it was necessary. You--" He paused now, feeling his pulse quickening. He was making excuses again, he knew. "Okay. I hurt a lot of people, but I didn't want any of it to go the way it did. I wasn't happy that Lynn died, or Bex, or Brad, or... I'm not asking you to enjoy hurting people, Katie. I'm not asking you to hurt anyone for no reason. But if a man or woman wants to hurt you like Berk, then you have to fight back. You [i]have[/i] to." "As for Scarlett, well..." Tyler watched Katie's kitten as it began to move cautiously around the pool. Damn thing was going to fall in at its age. "We just had a disagreement. We're still friends." He moved to grab the cat, keeping a strong hold on it as he moved back beside Katie. "Now, are you going to work with me here, or not?" In one hand he still held the gun, while the other held the kitten. Tyler was not offering a choice between the two, but to Katie, it might as well have been. All Tyler wanted was for her to at least try.