Zoe had had many a rough day lately. She knew the bastard was back, and she knew she'd have to take care of it. If she could. She'd have to do it soon too. It wasn't so much for Jesse because he could handle himself, probably. No, there were others depending on her, and they didn't even know it. She'd let them down before, and she wouldn't/couldn't now.
There was some part of her that hoped Jesse wasn't in. She had to think, and ever since the momentary Wash appearance, things had been...awkward. She didn't like awkward. She didn't like the tension, and she didn't have time for a fight. It wasn't like her to avoid fights, or maybe it was. A good brawl was easy; saving lives was easy. But, the matters of the heart came pretty hard for the Amazon, especially when there were things more important than her heart to deal with.
She paused as she opened the door. A definite look of confusion on her face. There was a man standing in her apartment, and he didn't look like he was going to topple over any time soon?
"What have you done with Jesse?" It wasn't a joke. Her hand was moving for some weapon somewhere on her still corporate American clad body.