Who: James & Rick. What: A more successful conversation than the one on the stairs when he first moved in. Where: 5th floor hallway. When: Post-lights coming back on. After Dr. Sam fixed James' hand(without turning it into one of those zombified flesh-eating hands, kthx) Warnings:Impossible to know. Some profanity. James felt more together with the lights on, even if she didn't look it. In the course of the blackout, she'd been cut, groped, tripped over, and kicked. Now she just looked irritated, tired, and ready to be back in her apartment. She still hadn't found Lotte, but gave up her search after the lights came back on. Out of the darkness, it was easy to project her confidences that the other girl was fine. Even if someone had been following Sam and herself, blatantly fucking with them in the dark. Some idiot with too much time on his hands.
Rounding her way out of the stairway, because she was still leery of the elevator after all of this time, she hit the fifth floor like a jaguar. The smooth prowl that typically preceded the devouring of a smaller creature. Her hair was whiplashed, and the front pocket of her jeans was bloody.