DAY THREE: Homebase, Open to Neek.
Fucking vermin bastards. Jessica slipped away into a vacant room, palm pressed over an area on her waist where fabric had been torn, flesh and muscle marred. A new coat of blood repainted her already bloodied fingers and she moved to the desk, and dropped a few items that she needed, including bottled water and a towel, all supported by her other arm. There was aid around fixing the injured, but all she wanted really was to slap a bandage on it and be on her way. Realistically it wasn't even that simple, but it should be. According to her.
She took off her mask, and then pulled her suit off her shoulders, peeling the skin-tight attire down to rest low on her hips. With a small wince, Jessica sat herself up on the table and opened up a bottle of water to soak her towel with, then pressed it to her wound, hissing by the immediate throbbing the action provoked. The pincers were one thing, but that fucking saliva was a whole different battle as she was pretty sure it was what was making the pain all the more excruciating. She applied more water to her blood-stained washcloth and continued adding pressure to stop the bleeding.
It wasn't long though, before she heard a pair of footsteps, and then a bit of shadow blocking the sliver of light projecting underneath the door. Jessica watched in silence as it began to crack open, brow slightly arched for she wasn't all that sure who would know she was in here, if anyone at all. But then that familiar silhouette became clearer and her hard expression softened some in greeting. "Nick."