[accidental video]

[sf_girl_friday]

[Jan is at her makeshift desk...actually it had been her desk before she'd moved out of the clinic but now it was Christine's or maybe Simon's. One of her maps is spread out across the surface, colored symbols carefully drawn in, marking each reported sighting and attack. She mutters to herself as she consults her notes, her watch propped up against a forgotten mug of hot chocolate so she can monitor the network.

Her focus is on the patterns in front of her, so she barely notices the sound of the door opening, saying a vague 'Any news, Conan?' without looking up from her work to see who had entered the room.]