Bonding experience? First? Amy stared blankly at MJ, blinking slowly. "Er... Right." MJ took her hand, led her back down the stairs, talking about going to a diner to replace her Pepsi,  and then apparently stating she was going to buy dinner. "Um... Okay."  Amy smiled, tried to free her hand and was unable to. She decided to just go along with it. The turquoise-haired woman had surely been joking when she used the word 'kidnap'. Not that Amy really cared right now. What she wanted most was human contact. She needed not to be alone. to have someone reaffirm her existence, her worth, as more than just a title and a bank balance.<br/><br/>The sight of the truck that MJ was clearly leading her too made Amy baulk. Her companion noticed and spoke about the vehicle in affectionate tones. "Charlie? Special? Aye, he's that alright. Uh, you are talking about the pile of rust sitting on four wheels, right?" She teased right back, but before MJ could answer, suddenly there was a slime-ball walking towards them, calling out MJ's real name<i>. </i>He was a rich arsehole who seemed to be of the opinion that because his parents had money he could behave exactly how he liked. Amy despised that sort of person. She knew she was an over-privileged bitch, but she had the blood-line to back that up, and she had been drilled from birth in how to behave. With great power comes great responsibility. Something that seemed to have escaped Fields. He and Karl were friends, which was something she had never been particularly happy about, but she wasn't the sort of controlling bitch who would dictate her partner's friends. ... No, well, actually she was, but Karl was an even more controlling bastard, apparently, and when she had expressed her dislike of his friendship, had replied that he didn't complain about her friendship with Louise McGreggor.<br/><br/>Well now she knew why...<br/><br/>Being shoved into the truck was unexpected, and Amy was about to protest, but then she saw the gun in Fields' waistband. "Shit!" She fumbled in her purse for her phone, pulled it out and noticed that she had no signal. But there was one thing she could do. She turned the camera on and filmed the entire episode from MJ asking what his damage was to the point the truck sped away from him lying crumpled on the ground. "Well, I may have missed you taking down one slime-ball but I got the other. Want me to post it on Facebook?" She smirked. "Hey, that was clearly self defence, dude had a gun and was reaching for it!" She was giggling more out of nerves than anything.<br/><br/>The truck pulled up outside the diner and Amy connected her phone to the free WiFi, ready to upload the video if MJ wanted her to. Inside, she told her companion "I'll have a cheeseburger and fries, please?" Then walked to the counter. "Two large pepsi's please." She took the two drinks to a table and waited for MJ to join her.<br/><br/>"So, you're the one who's been putting up those fliers?" She asked. "I've seen them around, but I never knew who she was... Is, I mean, sorry. I take it you were close?"