The old man paced for several moments before beginning to shift through the contents of her purse again. Alex watched silently as her mind reeled on her options. He pulled out her driver's license and snapped a photo. She watched intently at his actions.

“What am I to you?” she finally asked as he slipped her ID back into her purse.

“You may not know us, and that is all well as far as I'm concerned. It is not our jobs to entertain your curiosity only to bring you into custody.”

“Oh what charges?!” she spat, a bit more bold now that she was one on one.

“On public endangerment,” he said as he then began to browse through her phone.

“Thats ridiculous! I ain't ever hurt anyone!” 

“Yet,” he replied not bothering to look up.

“Since when was that how it worked?!” 

“You would be wise to keep your mouth shut,” he snapped motioning to a pistol on his hip. 

The pistol, however, did not appear to be a normal one. No. She's been around guns long enough to realize it was a dart gun. “You want us alive?”

“Well of course,” he replied as if the answer was obvious, “that would be preferable.” 

Alexis tried to focus. She knew she had similar powers but nowhere the control her carnie counterpart possessed. Small flames began sprang from her hands starting to weaken her plastic bindings.

“For what purpose?” she asked, trying to keep him talking and distracted.

“Thats above my paygrade,” he said satisfied with his search of the phone. 

The flames occasionally licked the skin on her arms causing her to wince. It would defiantly leave a small burn, but comparatively, it didn't matter. The bindings gave way with a soft snap. 

Without wasting a second she grabbed the nearest object, a cheap folding chair and swung it at her captor striking him only partially unaware. It was enough. She struck him again, this time in the head, enough to stun him only for a second. Thats all she'd need. She reached for the gun at his hip and ripped it from the holster. It was indeed a dart gun. She fired the dart into his side and he slumped over. 

Taking a second to catch her breath she took in what she had done. Never had she outburst like that before. As it sunk in it started to scare her that she was even capable of such a thing, but, it was him or her. She darted from the tent into the middle of the road and looked around. Where to go? What to do? They surely knew where she lived by now, so that didn't seem like a wise choice. Maybe her truck was still free? What about Chelsea? No, she couldn't know of this. She whirled around to the sun of someone approaching.

“Winchester...”