Amy Harrison

Oh hi, @HeresAGoodBoy... {Offering a soft smile, she held up an offering of a handful of wild flowers, brow slowly arching.} I'm guessing you're not big on freeze dried anything, so these will have to do.

-- That guy. The guard. He's /smiling/. @DBagsWhatIMeant @_CrookedBadge @DillingerKapow

-- taking comfort in the feel of @DBagsWhatIMeant's warmth against her back.} There's Dead in the prison. There's gotta be. Dead and panicking prisoners who have probably armed themselves by now and... {Trailing off, she looked back @DBagsWhatIMeant, mouth going dry.} --

-- .@DBagsWhatIMeant's forearm, she swallowed hard, hoping like hell she was wrong.} Back at the station, when everything was going wrong, I saw your people. The other officers. They looked /scared/. Angry. {Worrying her bottom lip, she inched closer to @DBagsWhatIMeant, --

Sh... Shane? {Her voice barely above a whisper, she stared through the fogged over, cracked glass @_CrookedBadge, worry starting to jack by the second.} Something's wrong with that guy. Look at him. /Look/. {Reaching behind herself, fingers wrapping around --

-- starting to prickle as it refused to give.} Dammit... Why is everything locked? @DBagsWhatIMeant @DillingerKapow

-- the second she was in arms reach.} Hello? Hello, are you still there Sarah? {Huffing, she grabbed for the door handle, nerves --

-- gaze lighting on the intercom panel by the double doors, she took off at a sprint across the lawn, urgently pressing the talk button --

-- at her big sister's refusal without letting a storm rage down on her head. Damn.} {quietly} I get it... I get it now. {Pale --

-- her killed. And there she'd been, pitching world class fits at #Andrea to be able to go along to places like this, never bending --

-- a weapon? Walked through doors just like the metal set in front of her, wondering if this visit, this client would be the one that got --

-- come through gates like those? How many times had she been made to rifle through her satchel, taking out anything that could be used as -

-- lip, a shiver running through her at the visceral feeling of #Andrea's ghost standing beside her. How many times had her sister --

-- palms over bare skin.} {mumbling} Geez... People /live/ in there? {Brow furrowed, she took in the bars on the windows and nipped her --

-- lawn of Fox River Penitentiary. Gaze flickering over the imposing stone edifice, she wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her --

{Spurred into action by the haunted look on @DBagsWhatIMeant's face, she pushed open the door of the cruiser, stepping out on to the --

-- exaggerating. Andrea... I'd always ask to go with her when she'd head to places like this. Some little sister want to keep her safe. --