[ jane shakes her head-- this place is done. the relevant pieces are gone, and the writing's on the overdramatically worded whiteboard, so. ]

And if I don't get an Americano in me soon I might scratch the paper off the walls. [ she gestures toward the door, moving toward helena and it. ]

Have you been settling in OK? Pulled a gun on anyone else?

[ ...is that smile? shut up. ]