The pink-haired lunatic melted somewhat in Becca's arms, turning in her stool and burying her face in the mechanic's shoulder. Then, just as quickly, she dislodged herself, tumbling from her stool and starting to lope away.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"I... I have to go... sorry Becca..."</span>she said miserably, turning back for just a moment to give her a look of anger, fear, and -- most prominently -- deep-set sorrow. She had to get away from Becca before something happened.<br/><br/>She found herself heading past her room... what number had Emma said? 197? She needed to talk to someone. Someone Jynx wasn't out to gut.<br/><br/>A small knock came at the former inmate's door just shortly after the invitation had even been offered.<span style="color: #ff00ff">It... it's me. S-- Jynx."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>