Jasmine tucked herself within the shadow of a dumpster.  The leftovers and trash filling it made her nose wrinkle and nearly gave her position away from gagging. Covering her mouth and trying to not breath through her nose she cowered in the shadows among refuse.  Hating that she was doing so but not wanting any part of whatever those men had planned.  Men in suits were always bad news.  She had a knife in her backpack but didn't dare move to retrieve it.  Afraid that even the smallest sound would reveal her location.  But she still had her board.  She could try and hit him with it.  Gripping the trucks, the metal frame between the wheels, she waited in a half crouch.  Waiting and praying to gods she didn't believe in that the man would give up and go away.  But ready to push off the wall and into him if he didn't.  She just wanted to get away.