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[color=Goldenrod] “Don’t be silly. They probably just under-esteemed me or something. Wait. Did I say that right…”[/color] Jamie let her thoughts wander for a moment, contemplating her word usage, before snapping her head back up. [color=Goldenrod] “Right, car! Ooh, I don’t think I’ve ever been to your place before. Do you maybe have a freezer that I can put this ice cream in? I really don’t want it to melt, B and I wanted- wait, B’s in Utica. I guess I just wanted to have ice cream and movie night,”[/color] she rambled on as they walked to the car. Jamie put her keys in the door handle and had it already popped open when they were rudely interrupted.

… Woh. And she thought she had seen it all! Jamie’s eyes practically popped out of her skull as she stared unabashedly at whoever this pink… woman (?) was. Jamie had seen people of all sorts of colors before (she had once arrested a woman with orange skin- although she was pretty sure that was a spray tan and not superpowers), but she had never seen one quite like this before. She jumped out of her skin as her name was called, but waved all the same. 

[color=Goldenrod]“Uh, yeah, that’s me! You can call me Jamie if you’re a friend, though,”[/color] she told Alien Angel, smiling cautiously. She listened to their litany of information quietly, nodding her head at what she felt were the appropriate intervals to do so. Glancing at Joseph for assurance, Jamie finally spoke, [color=Goldenrod] “Well, I mean, Angel- can I call you Angela? I’m just gonna do that- we don’t really [i]need[/i] protecting, but alright! Don’t know what Infinite is, don’t really care that much as long as you’re not trying to murder us, but we’re kind of in a rush right now, so…”[/color] Jamie pointed to the half-open car door. [color=Goldenrod]“If you wanna come along, hop in the backseat! I’m not entirely sure where we’re going, but we’ll get there!”[/color]

Before Alien Angel- or ‘Angela’, as Jamie had affectionately termed her- could say no, Jamie hopped into the front seat and put her key in the ignition, beckoning Joseph into the car. [color=Goldenrod]“Was that a good idea?”[/color] she whispered to him, out of earshot of Alien Angel. [color=Goldenrod]“I’m not sure. Also, where are we going?”[/color]

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Patricia nodded resolutely at Grace, drawing herself up and taking a deep breath. The idea of facing a cop, especially right now, scared the shit out of her, but she couldn’t just hide forever. [color=MediumOrchid]“Right, yeah. Hopefully he’s dumb and won’t have a contingency. I trust you, though. I’m alright in a fight, so maybe I can try punching him? I can get Eliza to go invisible and steal his gun or something, that might work-”[/color] Patricia’s anxious litany was interrupted by an annoyed voice from downstairs- one she vaguely recognized as Pandora’s. Her ears strained to hear through the floorboards. [color=fdc68a]"Bypass? Aria? Bullet? This cop’s on our team. He's a traitor."[/color] 

[color=MediumOrchid]“[i]Really?[/i]”[/color] That was… unexpected. Good, but unexpected. Patricia let out a breath, although that tension wasn’t entirely gone. He could still do god-knows-what. She nodded back to Grace before the other girl jumped through. On a normal day, Patricia would have used the portal, but Patricia didn’t exactly feel like jumping a story down. So, instead of going through the portal, she headed out of the bathroom and onto the stairwell, traipsing down it to meet Chad at the bottom. 

In typical Patricia fashion, she sent her best death glare at Alpha. She wasn’t exactly in the [i]mood[/i] to deal with cops at the moment. [color=MediumOrchid]“Mhm, [i]help[/i],”[/color] she interrupted their conversation. [color=MediumOrchid]“Aren’t you sure you’re going a bit vigilante here? I don’t buy all that crap about Seraph being ‘wanted’ or whatever. I'm thankful that you're not tackling us immediately and loading us into your SWAT van, but it’s my life on the line, not yours- how can I be sure that you’re not lying? I mean, sure, there’s mind control…”[/color] She didn’t provide a ‘but’, instead leaving the sentence hanging. She leaned against the wall casually. She knew she was being sort of irrational, but now was not exactly the time to start a policy of universal trust. 

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