Jess rolled her eyes and and smiled as she shut her car "Rand Johnson, I never said a thing about giving it to ya. 'sides, you still owe me forty from our game last month."

She slipped her keys into her jeans, the lanyard hanging out of her back pocket, and grabbed her Beretta off the hood of 'Q' and followed behind them. Supernatural, missing pedestrians. spirit, 1830, possible hold up, check. She followed behind them, wondering silently where the others were. Laughing at the comment about ladies first, Jess gestured for him to go ahead of her. The old door collapsed easily as soon as Rand's boot made contact with it and splinters of old wood scattered as well as a a cloud of dust. Jess coughed and waved dust out of her face. She lifted her pistol slightly as she stepped into the building behind Rand and Connor, nearly tripping over the door frame and stumbling up behind them. Re-gathering her composure, she fixed her plaid shirt and looked around.

"No one's in here," she heard Rand say, "it's just a rusted old building."

He was right. Empty except for a good inch of dust on the walls and the stuffy smell of mold probably growing in the cracks on the walls. She lifted the pistol and fired a shot, perfect aim through a hole in the opposite wall. The sound echoed and a few pigeons scattered, and she thought she saw Rand and Connor duck for cover out of the corner of her eye, otherwise nothing. She gave a bewildered Rand a small smile, and Connor a more apologetic one; she could see he was clearly a bit freaked out, even before she fired

"I just wanted to make sure," she shrugged and took a few more steps into the room. "Well, we can camp out here unless we find somewhere better."