<div style="text-align: justify;">Debbie was still trying to make sense of what was happening. But it seemed like she wouldn't really have a lot of time to do so, as the vans seemed to have come out of nowhere, and just as out of the blue, people had started shooting. Dumbfounded, the blonde woman shook her head. Out of an instinctive reaction, Debbie moved when Derek called everyone to follow him.<br/><br/>Entering the library, Debbie looked around, her legs still shaking. She noticed the people in the place, and nodded to the librarian. Her Spanish wasn't too bad, but right now, Debbie was more interested in looking and listening than in speaking. <br/><br/>Her head was spinning, and she felt the need to ask the locals what the hell had happened. But they were all acting as though nothing had really happened, so there wasn't much she could do other than simply walk around andd try to adjust her mind again.<br/><br/>Wandering off to Jessica as soon as she locked eyes with the other woman, Debbie held out a hand to touch her arm, but took it back halfway, a little intimidated. "Are you okay?", the little blonde asking, while watching the men who scaned the library with the corner of her eye. She would hope they would find something out about the place, but at the same time, nothing about how they had ended up there should probably be in these books. If there was some clue, it should probably be back where everything had started. The only problem was that they obviously couldn't go back there right now.</div>