Sighing softly when she doesn't get anything back from Derek, Jessica shrugs her disappointment off. She gave Jeremy a little nod as he came over to her and checked him out efficiently. She blew him a quick, little kiss as he turned to walk out with Derek before going about setting up the new pot of coffee. Hussayn got an almost smile from her when she passes him just as the first lightning strike hit a nearby tree.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Pula mea!"</span>she spat out in shock and surprise. Terrified, she bolted from the Mini Mart ready to just keep on running. Mr. Star was shouting at her, ordering her to come back or something she was totally ignoring intent on getting as far away from this place as she could. Her flight was halted by the second bolt when it hit nearby.  The world was bathed in purple radience just before it went dark for her. A pulse of purple energy shot through her body, making it jerk and twitch, driving her into the ground hard.<br/><br/>Jessica had no idea how long she'd been out, and when she came to she was looking up into Hussayn's kind, concerned face. She nodded 'yes' groggily to let him know she was alright even as she tried to regain her composure and get her bearings. In an odd way, hearing the gruff, assertive tones the spanish gentleman used when adressing Derek was exactly, what she needed. The distrust in the way the cop spoke to him was WAY to familiar to her and represented a threat she'd been taught how to handle. This isn't to say that she didn't appreciate the way Jeremy managed to lie their way out of things, and when she realized they weren't going to be spending a night in the pokey she let go the breath she hadn't known she was holding.<br/><br/>As the paper captivated Jeremy and Hussayn's attention and Debbie walked up to the officer and posed her question to him, Jessica stood up carefully, brushed herself off and looked around. "This is so fucked up," she murmured to herself as she saw so much strangeness where things should be familiar. "How the hell did we end up in Tijuana?"she said with a bit of a brittle edge to her voice. None of this made sense to her, and she was on the verge of losing it. Her hazel eyes are wide and too bright, she's anything but ok.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">SKREEETCCCCHHHH!!!!</span><br/><br/>A pair of dark panel vans barrel around a corner and the doors on their side slides open.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">BRRRAATTT TAH!TAH! TAK!!<br/>BRRRAATTT TAH!TAH! TAK!!<br/>BRRRAATTT TAH!TAH! TAK!!</span><br/><br/>The report of semi automatic gunfire rings out as passengers in the vans open fire on the bodega on the corner, sending bullets ripping thorugh the store. The detective shouts, "vete de aqui! Go!" to the down-on-their-luck tourists as he draws his gun and his radio to call in the attack and request back up to handle the drug dealers on a warpath. Jessica doesn't have to be told twice, she scrambles over to the nearest car by the street and ducks down low to hide by the front, passenger side wheel praying for the attack to be over soon.