<div style="text-align: justify">Mallory waited for what seemed an eternity for the other woman to finally walk out of the pathetic excuse for a bar these <i>rebels</i> called their hideout. But surprisingly so, being forced to wait left her rather relieved; with the adrenaline still pumping in her veins - the encounter with Connor was not an issue itself, but seeing his face brought fresh, sickening memories, leaving the officer vulnerable to her own weaknesses - Mallory could do little about her racing heart but pretend she had everything under control. Swallowing quietly, the pale woman slid her tongue out and ran it across her dry, cracked lips. A few raindrops fell close to her mouth and she welcomed them, tasting the weirdly metallic and overall unpleasant water on her tongue. But even that experience was almost divine. Mallory felt a wave of fear run down her spine. With each passing day, it became more and more apparent to her: <i>she didn't want to die</i>. Desperation was setting in day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute.<i> "That's why I'm here"</i>, the woman thought to herself with disgust. <i>"Asking for help like a-"</i><br/>
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The door swung open, but not quite with the pizzaz she herself would have put had she been in the younger female's position. Mallory's eyebrows moved up as she watched the smaller female walk up to her. Although emotions were raging in her chest, causing it to feel as if it was about to burst, vomiting out all of the fear, anxiety and anger, officer's face remained practically expressionless, even with her eyebrows raised. No matter which part had moved, Mallory's eyes were always the same - shadowy, black, and somewhat dead, especially with Jane's watchful gaze drilling deep into her dark orbs. The dark-haired woman watched the other, not reacting openly to any of her words at first, not even budging from her spot or changing her position in the slightest.<br/>
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"Civil sounds fine."<br/>
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The taller woman pushed herself away from the building's wall and moved closer to her new partner. She towered above her, both height-wise as well as with her demeanor. "Your big boy friends aren't quite into you, are they now." Mallory said; it wasn't a question, but rather a statement leaving her mouth, though unlike previously, this time her voice seemed to be free of the sarcastic undertone. "Looks like chivalry is quite dead, if you ask me. Just like you might be if they let you roam so freely. Enlighten me, which one is it? Do they not care enough about you or are terrified beyond caring for one little bird? Or both?" Mallory's eyes locked onto Jane's, the silence between the two heavy. There was no worry, however, just morbid curiosity, or so it felt.<br/>
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"Names. Surprise me, then." Mallory turned to the right and began to walk down the street, motioning at Jane to follow. "Doesn't your lot come up with them on a daily basis anyways?" She snarled. Now the cynical streak was clear as day. "You look like a Birdie to me."<br/>
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She stopped and turned her head back, looking at the other woman.<br/>
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"Do you plan on standing in plain sight all day? We need to move. And I have just the place for that. If I have found you with little trouble, be sure Victor will find this place with none. And while facing the man is quite the plan... I'd rather do so <i>on our terms.</i>"<br/>​</div>