Vesper was relieved that the elf didn't appraise her in passing, though it didn't make her any less paranoid and panicked. She didn't trust her own voice as she passed by John and the best she could do was paint on a smile and wave and keep it moving. If he got nosy, she could pretend to be pissed about his attitude from earlier. Luckily, he didn't seem to be paying much attention at all.<br/><br/>Once she was in her car, she drove until the Ares building was less than a spec in her rear view mirror, then pulled over to cradle her face in her shaking hands as she took deep breaths to try and steady herself. What was she going to do? Where would she go? The last thing she wanted to do was to drive home and deal with a call from Ares to question and fire her. Or worse. But she sure as hell had no desire to dance or smile or... No. Drinking sounded good. Drinking sounded fantastic.<br/><br/>But shit. What about John? She closed her eyes and shook her head as she freaked out about could possibly be going on at the building. He was more than capable, but there was no telling how deep that infiltration went nor how many slipped in and were armed. If there was more than one runner, he really didn't need to be in that building.<br/><br/>She started to call him, then stopped herself. But what if that asshole didn't get caught? And there was no doubt that Ares would intercept that call with him in that place. If they were in the dark now, they sure as hell wouldn't be if she called to warn him. Or worse...that runner got into the surveillance somehow and knew exactly where to go. What if that asshole picked up on her com-link? Actually, that'd be great. She'd get to magic that jerk back to wherever she came from. Vengeance aside though, she couldn't just leave John in there!<br/><br/>Another moment of thought and she finally got an idea. She'd just check on him. But she wouldn't make it obvious. She planned on drinking 'till sunrise to try to forget this ever happened, so why not send him a picture of the good shit? Bored as he was, if he was okay, he'd message her back, right? She managed to smile and almost laugh as she imagined him telling her she'd better save some. At least, she hoped that would be the return.<br/><br/>A half an hour later, the message was sent and she pulled the cap off to take a long swig. The kick left her reeling and groaning. Perfect.