<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080"><div style="text-align: center">Ashlyn stiffened as soon as Cole touched her elbow and had to keep a tight grip on herself in order to not hit him as a reflex. She didn't like it when people touched her near her elbows for specific reasons that she wouldn't discuss with them. Probably not with anyone. She simply nodded without much enthusiasm as she took the bag down and nudged them away from the door. Pulling the door open just wide enough for her to slip through, she closed the door behind her with a quiet <i>snick.</i> Once it was closed, she just stood there in the quiet of the base, knowing that everyone else was asleep or on guard somewhere else. The quiet was so different to what she had heard in the laundry room. Her body trembled in remembrance and she almost slid to her knees. But there again was her willpower holding her up.<br/>
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Putting the bag down, she tied her hair back up into a pony tail, preparing herself to get back to her run. She needed a way to get out the stress that was starting to build as she replayed over and over what happened. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to find her center, but it didn't seem to work. She moved away from the laundry door and leaned back quietly against the wall and looked towards the ceiling. She ran a hand down her face as she found herself considering trying more. She didn't really have much going for her besides work and a pet. No guy in her life, family pretty much gone. Her life was pretty damn empty and this experience just made it more apparent. As she slowly got back to her center, she felt her eyes closing as she relaxed and just listened to the quiet sounds of the base.​</div></span>