Lita and Teagan, early morning
Lita hardly has to think about where she's going; the Jeep has been to the Denny's parking lot so many times she half expects it to drive there on it's own volition. Following the familiar route leaves a lot of room in her brain to try and make sense of the empty, gnawing feeling in her gut. The number of people hurt and the extent of their injuries worries her but Lita would be lying to herself if that was the only thing plaguing her mind.
There's an old beater truck parked where James' bike usually sits; Lita tamps down the pang of heartache that springs up at the thought of him. She knows now isn't the time and it sure as hell isn't the place to start dissecting the remains of what she and James have but it's there, just under the surface. It's like a sore tooth you keep worrying with the tip of your tongue; you endure the pain just to know it's still there. Lita throws the duffel bag full of supplies over her shoulder and double checks her holstered weapon. She doesn't anticipate the need to use it but it's become a part of her routine when she leaves the hospital.
Lita exits her vehicle and approaches the passenger side of the truck. She has no other descriptors of Teagan other than her name but Lita sees a female form behind the wheel and the sight eases her tension but only slightly. Time is of the essence and there's no time to pussyfoot around.
"You Teagan?"
It's not what Lita wants to ask and it's a stupid question to boot but it's the only one that matters at this point.