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[color=b71d5d]Location:[/color] Starbucks
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Andy was completely confused by the barista Morgan's proclamation that Andy would die within an hour if she went out the back door of the Starbucks. Also thoroughly terrifying. Since Andy had gotten herself (mostly) away from the source of the fire, she was starting to calm down; it helped that she was still holding the forgotten cup of coffee, which Morgan had blissfully said nothing about. 

Andy looked over at the ice lady. She knew she was friends with the dead guy and had been at the thing that the doctor had been speaking at. It appeared like she was...well cool, and not likely to kill Andy. Add in that the fluffy-haired woman had offered a warm bed Andy felt moderately comfortable with the idea of joining the woman. Hey, the girl seemed to be doing okay too. Andy took a long drink of hot coffee. Instead of causing her mind to flash with the burning fear of dying in a fire, it calmed her down like it was supposed to. 

She stepped over to the doctor and brunette. [color=b71d5d]"I can help."[/color] She proclaimed. [color=b71d5d]"Also, the barista told me if I didn't go with you, I'd die within the hour, and not dying is one of my favorite past times."[/color] Sure, Andy had a healthy dose of 'fuck it' suicidal tendencies, but she wasn't stupid. Even if the barista Morgan terrified her in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on, the decree they had told Andy was too unsettling to ignore. 

There was no need for her to display her power; they had already seen her fight. She did need to put on the caveat that she wouldn't go anywhere near the dude with the fire. [color=b71d5d]"However, I need to get close and personal, and I'm not going near the guy with the fire."[/color]