The Apartment, New York, Saturday Morning

[seveninchmotto]

You'd think Jane would have been used to waking up in strange places by now.

But you'd be wrong. Because when she woke up here, her heart was pounding. She could have done without ever feeling like she didn't know where she was and why ever again. It was only a small comfort that at least she ––

Well, no. She didn't know who she was. But at least she had all her memories from after the first time she'd woken up in a strange environment. That was a slim sort of positive thing, but it wasn't much.

She got up. And paced.

[ooc: And Izzy is Jane Doe from Blindspot! NFB, for the boy!]

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[seveninchmotto]

Jane's eyebrows crept up. "Are you trying to keep me here?"

Her tone suggested that wasn't going to go over so well with her. Not well at all.

[flickofthewrist]

"Trying to keep you safe," Flick corrected, shaking his head. "Maybe I can help you. I have access to a computer and one of my friends is a pretty good hacker. You shouldn't leave until you know where you're going."

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"I know where I'm going," Jane replied, a little more tightly than before. There were few things she knew, but getting to the FBI was one of them. "You can't keep me here."

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm not trying to keep you here," Flick said, holding out a hand towards her to calm her down. "I'm just trying to help. You woke up in my apartment, you know."

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"I know," she snapped. "That's why I'm leaving."

[flickofthewrist]

She was just about as frustrating at Isabelle was, at least. Flick scowled and dug his phone out of his pocket before handing it to her.

"Will you at least take this?" he asked. "Not to call me but so you can call someone, 911 or something if you get int o trouble."

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She would also have hit him just as hard as Isabelle if he'd tried to keep her here. Or possibly harder, seeing as she wasn't very attached to him.

She hesitated, then snatched the phone. "Fine."

[flickofthewrist]

"Thank you," Flick said, sighing and stepping aside. If he got too panicked, he knew there was a GPS in that phone and he could get someone to track it if needed. "If you're going to leave, be careful."

[seveninchmotto]

"I'm going to leave."

She was going to be careful, too. But she didn't feel like saying that. She didn't owe him much.

She moved past him, out of the bedroom.

[flickofthewrist]

Flick didn't move to stop her. He didn't move at all. He stayed where he was, looking down at his feet and hoping that this person didn't get hurt or do something insane.

[seveninchmotto]

Jane made no promises.

She just left. Glanced back once, and left.