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[color=b71d5d]Location:[/color] The street outside George Washington University's Lisner Auditorium -> Starbucks
[color=b71d5d]Skills:[/color] PURE PANIC
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Andy had been considering the woman with fantastically fluffy hair and her offer. A warm bed? That usually meant a shower. And food. Hot fresh food. Those were all lovely sounding too. She wanted that. Wanted comfort. And her coffee! She remembered that she had set it down to fight the Purifiers. She looked back towards the guy who had been shot, saw her abandoned coffee sitting there. 

Andy gathered from the glance that the man had died. Her heart twisted a little at the loss of someone yet again to Purifiers. She hadn't even known the guy, and she was still sad about his death. Andy considered that thought and wondered if that meant she could trust the woman since she had been friends with the man. 

Her thought process was cut off abruptly when a young man stepped out of a van. Fire spurted from his hand. It was just a step too far for her. Between the Purifiers and now, there was a fire. Her mind told her how much those flames hurt as they kissed her skin, singing off the hair. Her throat closed up, burning at the memory of trying to breathe flames. Nothing else mattered but getting away. 

She spun on her foot and ran into the first building she registered as existing. It was Starbucks. Safety and coffee. Andy ducked into the building. Her brain trying to feed her information on what she might need to get to safety. Importance was not placed on Dr. Watts or his unconscious daughter, who had been the whole reason Andy had gotten involved. Or the bathroom. It was instead placed on the lone cup of hot coffee on the counter. 

Andy picked it up and starting sipping. It was hot and burned, which did not help with the panic coursing through her. [color=b71d5d]"Ex-"[/color] She coughed. [color=b71d5d]"Excuse me, may I go out the back. There is...chaos that way."[/color] She asked the barista, begging them mentally to let them go. She just needed to go.