Susan Cochrane<br/>In a coffeeshop a block or so away from the Warehouse<br/>Trying to relax with Damian and Cherry<br/><br/>"Vaya con Dios, Urbano", near the limit of her non-profane Spanish, that was.  she started to calm down, her shakes eased, settled into the normal background tremor of faintly trembling fingers.<em> Damian is here, so no making moves on Cherry.</em>A bit of a relaxingthought  itself, in a way. Susan just wasn't sure how the man would react if she and Cherry became an item, wasn't completely sure Cherry would even welcome it, keep the status quo just to be safe<br/><br/>"Cherry, he's right, forget the phone, I change mine often anyway."  She sighed with relief when their orders arrived.  Finally, something to do with her hands.   The coffee helped with her shaking, the doctors had said something about increased adrenaline levels overriding the damaged motor center in the brain that caused her shakes.  A long sip, then another.<br/><br/>"Damian, where did she learn to use a shield like that?  A small one, I mean.  Riot shields are huge, like the old Roman shields, but that trashcan lid, what, more like a buckler or something like that?"  She was watching for the cops, they- there they were, the vanguard of a flood of blue lights tearing towards the warehouse. " Right, wait for them to seal the warehouse off, then we disappear into the curious crowd."