As the sharp sounding ringtone went off in the once silent room, Korra groaned softly and turned over on her belly. Pulling the pillow up over her head as she sighed heavily. "Shut it off..." she complained in a tired moan. As he started to say goodbye, Korra slipped out of bed and sighed heavily. Going into the bathroom for a moment to check her reflection, combing her fingers through her hair once or twice before she shrugged and walked back out, letting the detective have it all to himself. Digging through her bag, she found her handgun and pulled it out. Letting the magazine slip from it's chamber as she checked if it was loaded or not. The clip was full, so she could only assume the detective would be nervous with her having it.<br/><br/>Leaning to look into the bathroom, Korra couldn't help it when her eyes instantly were drawn to his bare chest, roaming down his belly towards his.... The clip slipped from her fingers and clattered to the tiled floor, giving her presence away. Blushing a light pink and quickly averting her eyes, Korra wedged her colt handgun between her shorts waistband and her warm skin. Bending down and picking up the clip, she tossed it to him. "Here. I thought you would feel better if you kept the clip." Was all Korra said before she turned away and grabbed her bag from the chair. "Hurry up if you want an early start. I'm going to wait outside," she said over her shoulder before heading for the room door.<br/><br/>Turning the knob, Korra stepped out of the room and let the door shut behind her. Once it clicked shut, she let her duffle bag fall to the floor and leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the opposite tan colored wall. She was returning to Rangerville after all of these years...People wouldn't take kindly to having her back that was for sure. After all, if she was going to Texas, there wasn't anyway that she would just pass through her hometown without visiting the cemetery; Korra thought about her parent's and brother's graves, imagining how overgrown the place must have gotten. Shaking her head quickly though to make the thoughts stop there, Korra didn't want to remember only the bad things that had happened over the years. But now...she couldn't help it, she didn't have anyone else left. Korra was finally alone..<br/><br/>Pushing up off the wall, Korra grabbed her duffle bag and roughly slung it over her shoulders and headed to the elevator. Pushing on the button repeatedly, each passing second she could feel her anger grow until she was practically beating on the button. Once that hadn't satisfied her frustration, Korra slammed the palm of her hand into wall several times until she kicked the wall hard enough to dent it. Panting softly and digging her nails into the plaster, she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the wall. Her feelings crashed down over her as she gritted her teeth in frustration. "Not you too Annie...not you too..." she mumbled quietly, almost sinking to the floor and slipping back into her depression. A couple of silent tears snuck up on her and fell to the floor before she gained control of herself once again.<br/><br/>Pushing off of the wall as the elevator bell dinged, Korra wiped away any trace of tears and wiped her nose with the sleeve of her jacket. Sniffling once before she slid into the elevator, fixing her clothes and hair as she had control of herself once again. Forcing an almost too real smile on her lips. Pressing the lobby button, Korra relaxed back into the carpeted wall and watched their hotel room door as the doors slid shut.