Jane stood as the door opened, her body tensing as the unknown figure arrived. Previous experiences taught her to be ready to run if the militia stepped in on any of their meetings. It was always best to run before they got a good look at your face, lest they spot you walking down the street one day and decide to pay you a visit while you're sleeping that night. Other people around the room grew tense, and she even heard the bartender suck in a sharp breath from behind her. It was for good reason, too; had they been in the basement, on a normal day, they would've been able to play casual. But a group of people conspiring in a closed pub? There was no excuse for that. At least, no<i>legal</i>excuse.<br/><br/>It wasn't long, however, before Jane's instinct gave way to sheer and utter shock as it dawned on her that she recognized the newcomer. It was the officer from weeks ago, the same one who'd nabbed her during the execution. Jane wasn't sure what was the proper emotion to feel at that point, but an entire list of them scrolled through her head. There was relief - relief at the thought that she would no longer be haunted by images of her limp, lifeless body. There was guilt...as she remembered how cruel her comrades had been to the woman. At the same time, Jane was nervous.<i>How did she find out where we were?</i>Jane was no fool; there was no way that her arrival was by chance.<br/><br/>Jane studied the officer as she approached the bar, taking note of how different she looked out of uniform. In all of her days, Jane was unsure that she had ever seen a militia member without their normal getup. It was like their suit of armor and their weapon at the same time. All it took was one glance, one nod of the head to strike fear into any self-respecting person. In that uniform, they could do no wrong. Without it, the officer looked so vulnerable, so normal, so...human, albeit a tired, worn-looking one. It wasn't enough to make Jane relax completely, but she could reasonably assume that the woman wasn't there to cause a scene - especially with an injured hand - so she watched and waited, curious to see what her motives were. Connor, on the other hand, was undeniably tense, and he looked ready to snap at any moment.<br/><br/>Time slowed as the woman reached into her pocket, only to make a request for water. Jane cocked her head to the side slightly, her brow furrowed, at the nonchalance of the situation. This was far from normal, and yet the officer acted as though this were standard procedure. The old man seemed just as confused, as he made no effort to fill a glass for her.<br/><br/>Jane waited for the officer to explain herself, as it looked like she was planning to do, but no explanation came. Instead, Levi acted brashly, kicking the woman to the ground. At that, the pub came to life, and mutters rose up all around, with some people beginning to stand up.<br/><br/>"Hey, wait!" Jane yelled at the younger man, but was ignored as Connor ordered him to grab her arms. As she began to speak, it was clear that her business at the pub was with Connor himself.<br/><i><br/>
"You're not alone in this at all, Connor."</i><br/><br/>Jane was taken aback by her words. The commotion began to fizzle out, as everyone became curious to hear what she had to say. Lavonne was coming? She shuddered at the thought - there had been too much mention of the man for one day. And this officer...wanted him dead? A month ago, Jane had been puzzled at how the woman feared her superior, but that was understandable. To want him dead was another surprise entirely.<br/><br/>"Wait," Jane repeated, stepping forward. "Let her go."<br/><br/>Levi only continued to latch onto her, looking up at Connor for approval like a puppy with a stick in his mouth.<br/><br/>Jane turned to Connor. "Remember what you just asked me to do? Let me do my job." Jane kept her voice calm, trying not to further agitate the situation. Her eyes locked knowingly with Connor's.<i>This could be helpful</i>. She turned to Levi again. "Let her go, Levi. Look at her, she's not here to hurt anyone," she continued, gesturing towards the officer and her lack of uniform. This time, he listened, releasing the intruder, and Jane made eye contact with her.<br/><br/>"Please, explain yourself." Jane was straightforward, but not confrontational. She wanted to put the officer at ease, although it didn't look like the rough treatment had fazed her whatsoever. Jane knew she wasn't making a better case for herself by showing any ounce of respect to the militia officer, but she'd deal with that issue at another time. "Tell us why you're here, and what you meant about Victor."