[b]Lynn[/b]

Archie had seemed to know where he was going, which Lynn wondered if that was some subset of his powers or something. [i]Don't lizards have like internal compasses and shit?[/i] Lynn thought. Maybe that was birds. Lynn studied him from behind as he walked in and got a table, smiling at the hostess. [i]No, wait, he just had time to walk around when I was in the hospital. [/i] Lynn frowned, making the scar across her nose deepen a bit. [i]I don't like this place[/i]. It was big and open and Archie had gotten them a booth in the middle of the restaurant, which Lynn grimaced at. She sat on his side - figuring it was probably wise not to sit next to Natalie, all things considered - halfway off the booth seat, with her back pressed up against it. She was situated where she could see the restaurant's entrance from where she sat, although the flurry of commotion from behind her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

This white guy then brought tea, which made Lynn blink. She had never had hot tea. The guy reached across her to put it down before Archie and Lynn visibly tensed for a minute before unclenching her jaw and exhaling slowly. [i]It's different here.[/i] Lynn grabbed her hot tea after Archie passed it to her, muttering a thanks as she looked down into the liquid. It stayed boiling hot in her hands, which didn't bother her, but Lynn had no idea if that would affect the flavor or whatever. She sipped on it and wrinkled her nose. Ugh. Lynn sat it down but kept a hand near it, her small fingers drumming the table. Archie said thanks for looking out for him, and Lynn glanced back at him for a moment, taking her eyes off the door. Lynn had two simultaneous thoughts, each furiously vying for her attention: [i]He stayed with the snitch[/i] and [i]Archie is not Che.[/i] Lynn opened her mouth and closed it. "Yeah," she said back, lamely even to her. She didn't know what to say to shit like that. Lynn wasn't watching out for them, not really. If they got taken down, Lynn's ass was as good as dead. And she figured the clock was already ticking - especially with Amelia taking her sweet, sweet time back in the station - but Lynn wasn't one to roll over and die. Lynn looked up at Keaton to ask how her powers worked but closed her mouth. [i]Cell phones. Cara's listening.[/i] Lynn chewed on her lip as she opened up the menu, not recognizing or knowing how to pronounce anything on the menu. [i]Isn't there General Tso's or some shit?[/i] Lynn wondered. What was a dim sum? She didn't really care. She was real hungry, and the bright side to realizing the clock was ticking was that she didn't need to worry about conserving credits. Lynn for a moment considered telling them to bring out enough food for one day in Beijing and that she'd foot the bill, but decided against it.

Archie asked them how the interview went, which did admittedly pique Lynn's interest. [i]Spoons is about to start sweating out some of those steroids,[/i] Lynn thought, her dancing fingers an inch away from her teacup, looking back over at the two of them. Now this was where the game got dangerous. They were listening. They had to be. Or maybe being followed or something. The oh-so-friendly AI peeking out around every corner. No way. If Lynn even had a cell phone, she would've snapped it in half the minute she heard that robot chatter. But Gennedy had admitted it had blind spots. [i]Unless he's really setting us up,[/i] Lynn thought, [i]They've got blind spots in the woods.[/i] Could the whole thing have been charades? Lynn gave it a moment's thought. Maybe the heartless Gen Man was letting them go so they'd go off in the woods, where it was "camera-free", and get caught plotting. It was possible. But Lynn didn't see the point. If they wanted to pin a case on her, they could just go ahead and do it. Not like she had a lawyer to defend herself. The boy was what swayed her. [i]They've got that new puppy running around, nipping at their heels. No way he keeps his trap shut about that.[/i] "Interrogation," Lynn said. "Wouldn't give me a lawyer and bent a table in half to prove a point." Lynn took a drink of her tea just to feel something boiling hot rush down her throat. She had a sober feeling that a collar and the cold was coming soon. They already had that on tape in the room, so none of this was damning to Lynn. She figured there might be a chance of swaying a few of them with how fucked things were here - with Keaton, Lynn thought she might be able to chain together what was happening. [i]Archie happens to flip out on the first day? There's a guy who sneaks onto Star Wars Alcatraz? And they carved up the fucking biology teacher worse than anyone I've seen.[/i] Lynn coughed on her tea for a second, remembering something she'd forgotten. [i]Almost...worse.[/i] She put her cup down, wiping her mouth off with the back of her sleeve. "You know. The way you're supposed to treat kids. Because they have nobody to fucking defend them." Lynn shook her head, her tea bubbling as she gripped it in her hand, staring down at the liquid, eyes off the door for a moment. "Gennedy. What a fuckin' traitor."

Lynn let her eyes flicker between them. If Natalie had narc'ed, she'd get proper justice for it at some point, but Lynn had to admit that the bubbling rage down in her stomach for Spoons spoon-feeding the feds all they needed to give Lynn the needle was not the biggest problem on their hands. This shit was like, institutional. Even if Lynn rotisserie'd Spoons to prove a point, there'd be another Spoons tomorrow. Because nobody got it. They didn't get it. [i]They can do whatever they want to us.[/i] Archie sat next to her, a full foot taller than her. He was next on the chopping block, or maybe Spoons. Tough call. Keaton would probably be able to squirrel away if they believed she knew nothing, which was pretty unlikely. She was like the AskJeeves of people. In juvy, Lynn would've been gunning for her from the get-go. Keaton was like the ultimate human narc, but Lynn's gut told her Keaton hadn't said anything. She'd been playing it close to her chest in the station. Amelia screamed flight risk if ever there was one. If it was her, she'd trigger the lizard, set him up for some carnage they wanted to cause anyway, and then give him the needle in the name of public safety. He'd probably take her or Spoons in the process. Then it was easy to scramble enough evidence to kangaroo court the others. Easy. More needles than the trash can at a methadone clinic. Tick tock, drip drop, they all fall down.

The waiter came back by and Lynn pointed at like three separate dishes, entirely unsure of what they were, but figured there'd be at least one decent thing amongst them. She didn't particularly care what she ate, for once.

And the whole time, there was a butcher running around. She thought of the girl in the dress. [i]She would've smiled back at Lucy.[/i] Lynn chewed on her lip. [i]But Gennedy could break the smile off her face and never go to court.[/i]