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

Some of the frustration fizzled away from Roxy's vigorous swimming, but not all - most of it left was probably Jess' own anger at herself, and at the men who'd trapped them in this situation. Staring blankly at the ceiling, she sighed. Floating wasn't as soothing as she'd thought it would be. Instead, she felt helpless, like a leaf drifting in a river. She turned over and sped up into a proper swim, from one end of the pool to the other, her movements not furious like Roxy's but slow and rhythmic. Controlled. One of the few kinds of control that were possible right now.

[color=teal]"Glad it's helping,"[/color] she said, moving a little closer to show Roxy she didn't have to worry about bothering her. By now, they'd both reached a similar pace. [color=teal]"As much as it can, anyway."[/color]