With her order in hand, Nora felt a tapping on her shoulder. Nora's heart pounded rapidly as she turned to face the young woman who sought her attention. "Hi. Sorry to bother you during your break, but I was wondering if I could get a ride back to my apartment... Like, as quickly as possible. I need to get out of here." The protector within Nora stirred. The girl looked uncomfortable, was she being harassed? A quick visual sweep of the cafe showed no eyes watching her.

"What are your coordinates?" [i]Shit, I have to get to Broadcoast. What are you doing, Nora?[/i]

Ruth glanced down at her little watch, which held tons more information than just the time, and nodded once. “I can never remember the exact numbers and such, but I can flash it over to your device. I live in Brookside Falls.” Before Ruth even finished speaking, she had sent her coordinates to the young woman’s device by pressing on a special app and holding her arm out close enough so her own device could gather the information. “I hope that worked!”

Everything is so much easier with her D.I.G., Nora mentally kicked herself once again for leaving it behind. Not that she had expected a pickup in the cafe. Luckily she had a vague idea of where Brookside Falls was.

"I'm headed in the opposite direction." Nora watched the woman's face fall slightly, and she did one more sweep of the cafe. There was a niggling, persistent feeling in the back of her mind that the girl really needed help. "If you're willing to go for a ride, though, I'll drop you off after my pick up."

Ruth pursed her lips together slightly, thinking about this offer. After thinking about it, she nodded and gave a grateful smile. “I’m okay with that! Anything to get out of here. Things got too awkward for my tastes.”

"I'm parked on the landing pad out the side door, come one." Nora and the young woman began to head towards the side door, just past the washroom, when a large recycling vehicle went through the glass panels and faux rock formations of the cafe. It narrowly missed them both, but the faux rocks that flew apart hit them both hard on the back. Then there was darkness.

[i][color=8493ca]The darkness was complete and all-encompassing. The air was stale and hard on the lungs. Wait, hard on the lungs? Where was her breathing apparatus? With a groan, Nora moved her stiff right arm and used her hand to explore her face. No mask, no helm, no comm. Her hand traced down her collarbone, chest, sternum, hips. No lacerations, suit intact, no gun. She found herself in a sitting position, so she bent her upper body forward to trace her right leg. Thigh and ankle weapons were gone as well.

Her heart was racing. Taking progressively shallower breathes, she steadied her heart and lungs and the ringing in her ears quieted. Patiently, she listened. There was the creak of metal on metal. There was the sound of a generator. There was the sound of the air regulator. Ah, there.  Voices.

Nora stood, carefully, and paused to check if she would experience dizziness, fatigue, light-headedness, or any flashing lights. All was good. She took slow, bracing steps towards the sound of the voices. When she came to the metal barrier- door or wall she was not sure- she pressed her ears to the surface. She could hear them, and she knew them. Hostiles.[/color][/i]

Nora came-to in darkness. There was a familiarity to it. The darkness was not complete, however, as there were holes and cracks in the walls around her. The area was cramped, the air smelled of gas and something burning. She hurt, her head down to her ass. Nora moved her right arm up to the back of her neck. [i]Fuck that hurts.[/i] Her hand trailed down her collarbone, her check, her sternum, settling on the gun holstered to her hip.

Nora concentrated on focusing her eyes as she retrieved the gun from its place. Taking a calming breath, she investigated the tight space more. Beside her was the young woman who asked for a ride, unconscious but breathing. Suddenly, the common feeling of decent came to Nora’s senses. They were in the air.

Repositioning them so the young woman was behind her, Nora settled herself at the door with her gun cocked.