[Chris + Jill] Short ride to a temporary home

[zerosuitjill]

Had Jill stirred since first dozing off, she would have felt bad. After parting from Sheva at a branch of the B.S.A.A. African H.Q., she and Chris had promptly set out for the North American station some couple hours away. She'd been determined to use that long car ride to actually talk to Chris -- with talk being something more than the rushed plea she'd given him before -- but barely a minute after they entered the Jeep, the inside air hot and stuffy with the unforgiving afternoon sun, Jill had fallen asleep; maybe passed out was the better term, because she didn't wake after.

Still bruised and exhausted, still in her stained battlesuit, the only movement she made was to curl her knees up against her chest in the passenger seat after half an hour or so.