[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

Jess had assumed she might feel safer once inside, away from any watchful eyes, but for some reason she didn't. That paranoia still nagged at her. Was it her own, or Roxy's? It was most likely a mix of both, but where did her feelings end and Roxy's begin?

It didn't matter, or at least it shouldn't. They both had a reason to be afraid, after all. Something else, though, stirred through the tumult of fear and anger. Concern. As much as she worried about the other woman, Jess was sure that the feeling wasn't entirely her own, that it was mutual. She'd been able to do hardly anything for the anchor, except somehow land her in more trouble than she could begin to imagine - and yet Roxy still cared. 

Taking a seat, Jess kept her eyes on Roxy even as the other woman distanced herself. [color=teal]"Roxy... please,"[/color] she said. [color=teal]"What's going on? That guy, in the cafe just now... I saw how he looked at us..."[/color] Her voice wavered. [color=teal]"I-I felt how pleased he was about something. Like things were going to some kind of plan."[/color]

She fell silent, biting her lip. How much would the the anchor be willing to talk about? Jess didn't know, but she couldn't just pretend nothing was happening.