"Like I should have gone to bed earlier," Amina deadpans, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with one hand, and moving the microphone away with the other. She had spent several hours hiding in a tree last night following up a lead she got from a squirrel she thought might have proven to be a reliable source, unfortunately that had proven to be a bust. She did need some kind of story for the paper and maybe she could dig down to the bottom of the accident. Maybe it was pre-meditated, an attempt to eliminate rivals? Hrm... "The Borgia Center you said? Okay, I'll get on it as soon as I get dressed and fix my hair, I am not going out with it looking like this."<br/><br/>Her mind already whirling with the possibilities, the thouht that she was no longer "off-limits" didn't enter into her mind. Instead, if Sarah left her to it, she'd dress and take care of her hair before grabbing her backpack and camera and heading off to the Center.