Stranger things could never change my mind

[diatomic_life]

Kat is in a coffee shop, looking very, very tired. She's trying to focus enough that the caffeine in her cup of coffee doesn't break down before it hits her system. Which is very difficult, considering she's tired. But at least the caffeine molecules breaking apart gives her some sense of energy. Not as much as the caffeine itself, but she's pretty

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[trivialsublime0]

Rusty went back to work as soon as he ran away from Jo the last time that he saw her. He does not want to see her, again, but he's not going to start going someplace else. Too many customers find him here.

He's smoking. Not paying attention.

If he was paying attention, he'd run before she could get close.

[lastchancefor]

It also doesn't help that Jo is a quiet little thing.

She feels awful. She really hadn't wanted to do that to him. But she had to. It doesn't make her feel any better about it, though.

Jo's calmer today. She's surviving, which is saying a lot, lately.

"I'm sorry," she says, approaching him. She's sure he's going to be angry. And she feels like she deserves anger. "I have your money."

[trivialsublime0]

Rusty jumps at the sound of her voice. So maybe he'd been more high strung since their little encounter.

He realizes who it is and takes a step back and then another. There's a distinct memory of her grabbing his wrist and then many more memories of angels and stories of angels.

"Do you want more drugs? I- I can do that for you. Whatever you want. Look. Just don't- You know. I mean, fuck. You know."

[lastchancefor]

She sighs, not liking his reaction to her at all. Although, she doesn't blame him. Jo's been beating herself up over what she did. Which is why she has to give him the money.

"I have your money," she repeats, sounding like a broken record and shoving her hands in her coat.

[findaconstant]

Dan may actually beat her caffeine rush. He shows up at the coffee shop in what must be a record amount of time, carrying a messenger bag and wearing an expression that is half anger and half desperation. He's pissed off about this whole thing, yeah, but he's more worried about not dying than he is about bitching Kat out.

(The latter of which is probably a really stupid idea, anyway.)

So instead of walking up to her with a glare and a scowl, he walks up to her and shoves the vial of blood in her face. "Here."

[diatomic_life]

1) If Dan had come to her when he had first started experiencing symptoms, she wouldn't've been in FBI custody.

2) It's not like Kat poisoned him on purpose.

So in Kat's mind, he has absolutely no right to be pissed.

"One second," she mumbles, yawning. She looks at the cup of coffee, taking a sip. She puts the cup down, taking the vial of blood from him. She places it on the table, rubbing her eyes.

"Sorry. I need to wake up before I can work." Work has been very tiring lately. "But you'll be 100% better before you leave tonight."

[findaconstant]

"You look exhausted," Dan mutters, blinking at her. "Are you okay?"

Coffee. Coffee, he thinks, is a good idea - but right now, he's going to plop down in the seat opposite Kat and make sure she's not going to fall asleep on him. (Though he'll have to get coffee soon, or he might be the one falling alseep. This is what happens when you're too worried about things like dying.)

[diatomic_life]

The FBI hadn't exactly given her much chance to sleep and then work, work, work. She's exhausted, and close to the end of her rope. But she's not about to tell Dan that.

"Just, a lot of work lately," she says, knocking back some more of the coffee, hoping she can get some sense of relief from it. It's going to take a bit out of her in order to reengineer a vaccine from his blood, and so she'll need to be as awake as possible if she doesn't want to pass out. "I'll be fine soon enough. And then you'll be fine."

[mademeaweapon]

Sydney was not expecting to run into a guy assembling and disassembling a gun in the building where she lives. Well. Maybe her father, but she pretends he doesn't do those kinds of things. She'd be happier if she could just keep thinking he sold airplane parts.

She eyes the guy with a gun for a moment, and then asks, "Is there a reason you're doing that, or are you just really bored?"

[rickynotmickey]

Ricky finishes reassembling the gun, and turns, a bit startled and on edge at her words. She's not someone he recognizes, and the distrust builds for a moment, but he has to push it away for the moment.

"Doesn't hurt," he says, putting the gun down. He assesses her for a moment with his gaze. He's been falling into old habits, ever since the fence. It's impossible to completely, though, with everything he's lost.

[mademeaweapon]

"I guess not." She eyes the gun for a moment, and smiles vaguely. She could do it faster, but then... the kind of training she's had puts some CIA agents (read: Michael Vaughn) to shame. "Do you... work for Torchwood?"

He's not someone she recognizes around here, which... probably means Torchwood. They're always picking up strays.

[rickynotmickey]

Ricky's kind of gotten used to a lot of people doing things better than him here. He's good, much better than average, but in Chicago? It seems like everyone's an expert in their specialty. He's just someone who couldn't let a bad situation get worse. Just another kid, who couldn't ignore the world around him.

"Yeah, working for Mr. Hunt," he says, watching her face, trying to figure out what she's trying to get out of this conversation.