MJ awoke with a groan to the sound of yet another bell. At least no hounds returned and honestly the teen needed another day's breather. She made her way to the white house, breathing in the salty air. While colder than Bermuda, at least the scent of ocean remained the same.
After grabbing a cup of hot coffee and a muffin, MJ consumed both before she decided to go for a run. This place brought her here mid-run, so she had sneakers at least. Once she finished her run, MJ would return for more substantial food.
She ran about five minutes when she happened upon a new person...who looked very confused. Oh Fuck. MJ didn't think she should be a person to greet someone new, especially someone wearing that particular expression.
At the hello MJ sighed, but walked towards the man. "Hello. I'm MJ and you just arrived?" she asked.