She continued to look around the place and try to find a house. Where the hell was she? There was nothing out here. Nice, she found herself stuck in a place where someone could murder her and no one would notice it over the sound of the thunderstorm. Great, just peachy keen.<br/><br/>Ah! He almost made her swipe her nails at him which at the moment were cut down to the nubs to prevent her from scratching herself. Jocelyn always had a problem of biting her nails or even spitting out the cut ones towards the floor. Now she wished she had them long so she could keep this male at bay. "I need help, maybe a telephone and a tow truck," she replied, nodding to him. He looked strange to her, knowing there was something off about him but she dared not to know much at the moment.<br/><br/>