[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center] Jess nodded, the movement somewhat tense from Roxy's nerves as well as her own. [color=teal]"Thanks. Uh, please let me know if I do anything I'm not meant to."[/color] She'd kept her driving knowledge as sharp as possible, having studied general rules and road signs during her time in isolation. Now to see if she could put theory into practice. Hunching over the steering wheel, she pressed her foot on the accelerator, slowly turning the car out from the parking space and onto the road. Her ribs clenched. The thought of driving had been daunting enough, but actually being out on the road was another matter. There was very little traffic, she reminded herself, the weather was fine, it'd be ok... She gasped as she narrowly avoided hitting the curb. It took her a few tries to drive in a straight line, and even once she managed, she kept her white-knuckled grip on the wheel. [color=teal]"Sorry about that,"[/color] she muttered. So much for avoiding giving Roxy any extra stress. Despite the panic threatening to take over Jess' reason, the feeling that she was going to lose control of the vehicle and crash at any moment, the rest of the journey went by with no major mishaps. A few times, she had to ask the anchor for guidance, her mind blank from anxiety. If Roxy could drive just fine while experiencing all this firsthand, she should be able to, Jess scolded herself, nonetheless relieved as the garage came into view. Thankful for the spacious parking area behind the garage, she slowed and stopped the car. Her muscles unclenched as she climbed out, probably because the open door had the same effect on Roxy. [color=teal]"I'll try to remember more next time,"[/color] she said, taking her bag from the back, [color=teal]"but thanks for helping."[/color] She made her way towards the building that had become her home. For now, it was back to the routine Roxy liked, or as close to it as possible, given the ever-present threat in the background.