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[The feed clicks on to the strange image of Jan dressed in sweats and running shoes, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. At her hip is the heavy pistol that Conan had left for her. Her expression is carefully neutral as she speaks.] Jim's been sent home again.
[With that simple statement, she throws the watch as hard as she can at the wall of a nearby building, cursing vehemently in a few languages that only Mr. Spock would recognize. Jan doesn't bother picking up the watch, the feed recording her retreating form as she begins to run. She's going to run until she can't think or she collapses, whichever happens first.]
[With that simple statement, she throws the watch as hard as she can at the wall of a nearby building, cursing vehemently in a few languages that only Mr. Spock would recognize. Jan doesn't bother picking up the watch, the feed recording her retreating form as she begins to run. She's going to run until she can't think or she collapses, whichever happens first.]