Korra lightly rubbed her wrists whenever they were released from the cuffs and looked at them for a second before she rubbed her eyes. "I just told you i wasnt..besides i dont think i really have the energy to pull anything," she replied but muttered the last part under her breath. Before they left, she quickly went into the bathroom and splashed a couple of handfuls of cold water on her face. Then leaned on the sink and sighed. Well this was it, she was alone now. No friends and no family, maybe she should just confess to the crime just to please that stubborn detective. Who was gonna care if she was on death row anyway, it might even end her suffering sooner, no?<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she splashed one last handful of water on her face before she stood back up. Brushing the hair away from her face before she dried off her hands and dabbed the water off her face. Walking out, she was suddenly being lead out of the hotel room and down to Moe's car. "Alright. You better keep an eye out on your car though. Lots of people like stealing a good car," she suggested as she got in and thnaked him quietly for opening and closing the door for her.<br/><br/>Telling him the directions back to her apartment, she was out of the car as soon as he came to a stop. Going up to the front door, she opened it and left it open as she headed up the stairs inside. Going to her room door, she gave the doorknob a rough jerk and it came right off like she wanted it to. Tossing the gold knob to the side, she took out that pin she used last night and stuck it through a hole that led to the doorknob on the other side. It clicked unlocked and she pushed open the door, it was a suckish excuse for a door anyway. Once inside, she grabbed a army duffle bag and stuffed it with clothes as well as everything she would need. Then she over turned a vase she had and out fell all the money she had saved up over the last three years. Everything down to the last penny, fell into the duffle bag. She was rather proud of all her savings but from anyone elses point-of-view, it would be a poor excuse for savings.<br/><br/>Zipping the duffle bag closed, she grabbed the too small blanket on her bed, there was no pillow. The duffle bag was army issued and it had a star on it that had the name, Trevor Lannings, stitched onto it. Signafying it belonged to the man and he was or had been in the army at some point.