<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">(Atomic Blondes Post) </span><br/><br/>Quinn was left standing there stunned.<i>What....the fuck just happened. </i>Everything had happened so quickly and then all of a sudden it wasn't there anymore. It took her brain a moment to realize that she had been tricked somewhat but she was also extremely relieved. It was all just a test that she managed to pass without harming anyone. Her heart rate returned to a normal resting rate when Dallas left the room but she felt almost sick to her stomach with how the interaction had gone.<br/><br/>Leaving the building after giving him some distance. She didn't feel like ending up stuck in an elevator with him or on a light rail with him, he was hard to handle in just small doses as it was. Her mind played over the series of events that just unfolded as she walked her way back to the train, glad that she was smart enough to ask for a different apartment during the operation. She knew she was being watched, he had been very clear about it and the last thing she wanted was to show them her actual home and her actual life.<br/><br/>Her current apartment was in a mediocre part of town and there was really nothing especially good or bad about it. But being alone in it felt rather lonely that evening. She couldn't talk to the one person she would normally turn to in order to digest a bad day. It wasn't a bad day but it had been extremely overwhelming. But she would get over it, she always did and she would do a damn good job.<br/><br/>The next day she stayed relatively activity free, partially because she was being watched and because she really didn't have anything else that needed to be done. She made a trip to the gym as part of her building and blew off some steam with a lengthy two hour work out before showering and getting ready for her day. Since she was really on the precincts time and money she decided to do some shopping, buying herself some wardrobe pieces and accessories before it was time to make her way to the space port.<br/><br/>As six rolled around she was exactly where she was supposed to be. Waiting just at the entrance of bay 18. Sticking to her business casual attire, that evening she chose a pair of cuffed dark wash jeans, accompanied by a pair of nude ankle boots with a sensible two inch heel. They looked good but still allowed her to be completely functional. She finished her look with a simple black blouse and black jacket. Leaving her hair down that day, she did have a hair elastic on her wrist for later if she decided that the long brown waves became a nuisance. Glancing st the gold watch on her wrist, compliments of the department which she considered a dangerous work environment fee she wondered if she was in the right place or if she should enter the hangar.