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

Jess nodded. [color=teal]"I'll try to help."[/color] Her ability, inconvenient as it was, could be useful for figuring out people's desires and motives. As she'd already inadvertently proved, she could separate truth from lies. She'd avoid working directly for Reginald if at all possible, but was there a way to help Roxy secure the business without going to the extremes her father did? All she could do was try.

The rest of the day passed too slowly for comfort, but without further incident. After another fraught car journey, stepping back into the familiar garage brought some measure of relief, tainted only by the thought of the inevitable conversations tomorrow.

[color=teal]"Heh... Back to normal, for a while,"[/color] Jess said, managing a smile. The smell of oil and sight of old toolkits were far more comforting than the grandiosity of Reginald's house. More genuine. Even if not for feeling her emotions, she'd be able to see why Roxy liked it. Best to relax while they could, not that doing so would be at all easy.