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

Even as Roxy accepted, Jess could tell she wasn't letting on everything. The mention of slow weekends brought on a twinge of discomfort. Over the past few days, it had become clear Roxy liked - or rather, needed - to keep herself busy. Given the circumstances, Jess couldn't blame her.

She nodded before resuming the phone conversation, letting her mother know Friday was fine. Afterwards, she slumped in a chair, staring at the blank screen and resting her head on one hand, before turning her attention back towards Roxy. She didn't want to ask this, but she had to know.

[color=teal]"Those people..."[/color] She could already imagine the figures blending into crowds, sharp eyes scrutinising the three. [color=teal]"Will they be around?"[/color] Hunching forward, she pushed back hair that hung in her face, her hands pressing into her forehead. [color=teal]"She can't know. I've got to make sure she doesn't notice anything about this... The problem is, noticing these things is something she's pretty good at. As well as acting on them."[/color] She sighed before continuing. [color=teal]"It's what she does. She's a social worker. So if she thinks... if she knows something's wrong..."[/color]

Instead of finishing the sentence, she bit her lip. Her mother had fought to get her the help she needed, contacted countless groups to try and get her matched up with someone, and would put up the same battle to fix any further problems she saw. The only reason her mom hadn't already gotten any authorities involved was likely a mix of insufficient proof and the difficulty of finding anchors, no matter what she thought of Roxy, but she'd be watching out for any issues.

If the slightest thing went wrong... Jess didn't want to imagine what would happen.