[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/l8imn390v/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Guin sighed slightly as Lance bandaged up her wrists, even though she knew that the scratching wasn't helping her emotionally, mentally, or physically. Nothing really was helping - her eyes flickered back over towards the bottle of spiced rum she had finally found - though she did know something that potentially could. She knew that it wouldn't solve her problems, but if it made them a little easier to bear, even just for a little while...She couldn't help but think, deep down, that might just be worth it. [color=#cc33ff]"Did you just ask me out on a date?"[/color] Guin asked, raising an eyebrow. 

	He wasn't wrong, though - their parents probably wouldn't have noticed what was going on with Hammer Industries until later on, if they hadn't done anything about it themselves. She glanced down at her wrist, looking for her watch before she realized she left it in medical. If it hadn't been for P.H.I.L., they probably would have still been under Kilgrave's control. [color=#cc33ff]"But alright, give me a few minutes,"[/color] she told Lance quietly, drying her eyes again as she went off to her bedroom. 

	Guin got herself cleaned up quickly, returning to where Lance was a few moments later. Her eyes were still red and puffy, but otherwise, she looked a lot more like herself. She had black skinny jeans and a Stark Industries hoodie on that was way too big for her, but she preferred it that way. It was about comfort. [color=#cc33ff]"Where are we going?"[/color]