Jillian tilted her head, her distress showing plainly on her face in the way her lips turned down and her face was drawn and pale. "No, Ita, please. Don't get kicked out for this, this whole thing is stupid. We just need to go by the books with this, you know?" she said, crossing her arms across her chest before she sighed. Maybe she should have kept it to herself before she told her guide. She'd never seen Ita so worked up before.
Surprise crossed Jillian's face before her face shut down and she shook her head. "No, Ita...no." She waved off the dollar bill, her face red, and she reached up to twist her hair in her hands. "I don't...that's just..." Her eyes burned. She wasn't a victim. Not again. She didn't want pictures taken of her bruises. This was all a little much. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she framed her face with her hands and took a deep breath. She was not going to cry. No way. She wouldn't give that bastard the satisfaction, even if he was never going to know.