MYRIAD: -=- He rose a brow at Geoff’s words and nodded not understanding half of what the punk said but nodded non the less. His now drying red hair flopping -=- Yo dude exactly what he said -=- Pointing his thumb to Gild, watching her intently, then patting his pockets for a smoke. Blinking withdrawing one placing it on his lips, and lighting it, kinda half offering her one, looking around a bit more, more jump than usual -=-

Geoff: *Nodding at MARK. Pointing to a direction and starting to walk all cool and calm.* Yeah, lets jet.... Maybe get you a new bike at a five finger discount er something. *Putting a little swagger in his stride.*

Rochelle: *she advances a step* you and the bitch tricked me *she shakes her head, trying to hold the thoughts...the speech... she hold the form too long and her mind feels like granite, impenetrable*

MYRIAD: -=- Turning then tossing the pack at Rocky, not giving her so much as a backwards glance then nodding walking along side Geoff pouting back at his bike -=- damn it i actually BOUGHT that one though that's what really reeks about it. Damned fucking hunter piece of.. what the hell WAS he anyway? -=- Asking taking a long drag, nodding to the ladies. Hiding the strain still in him as he walked, they WOULD pass a bike shop on the way to the Lair-=- How about I make a clone you put yer illusion on it.. we get off scott free ne?

Geoff: *He makes his mouth into a little 'Awwwwwwww'' as he passes ROCKY, MARK beside him as they are getting out of this area.* You know what Rocky? Wake up and smell the real world. Look around you!! Get a clue. That guy who grabbed your throat. That was a real heavy hitter. If it wasn't for his vengeance for me, he'd have dusted you ass back to GAURD HQ and dissected your nasty, yet hot, little ass.... Get with the program, or get left behind. *Seeming entirely unconcerned about her anger. there was no way she could beat him in either a fight or in quickness... Geoff didn't grow up here on the streets. He grew up in Japan on the streets... A -MUCH- harder place to live.*

Geoff : *Looking at Mark as he asks about Blackie...* That was Blackdagger my friend... A life sucking bastard from which humanity has no hope of escaping.... You see the muscles on that guy? TALK ABOUT GROSS!!!!!! *He puts his finger in his mouth as though he would gag.* It's all steroids... That shit will have no -balls- by the time he bulks to where he wants to be. *Thinking about his idea.* Yea....YEAH.... -That- would work you know. *ROCKY already forgotten unless she wants to catch up and play nice with the crowd for a change.*

MYRIAD: -=- Looking back at ROCKY pointing to her and glancing at Geoff with an inclined brow -=- what is her chosen damage for the day? she still trying to get ya in tha -=- nudging and winking still grasping the smoke in his fingers, not slowing his pace -=- but ya prolly told her off telling her of course ya had a much better looking broad, Ne? -=- Taking a long inhale and running his hands back though his hair, pulling it out of his face a bit. Wrinkling his freckled nose, and then inhaling sharply again. Then nearly choking at Geoff’s words -=- Score one for the Geoffster.. man I'd be scare of anything that would be spawned from him.. sexless muscles eh dude? -=- Walking a bit further hoping up on the curb, approaching the bike shoppe. knowing too Rocky would not rat on them after all who would believe her.. '' No those boys one makes copies of himself and the other put an illusion on it I swear!'' He mused, tilting his head back and placing his hands behind his head. Exhaling, and then removing the smoke from his lips, spitting it on the ground -=- Man I am hungry.. you got any food back at your place? The Lair has like NIL...

Geoff: *He smiles as he just about makes MARK choke on his smoke.* Careful, those things will kill you. *Chuckling to himself a bit.* Yup, nadless physique that one. *Hearing a familiar rumble in his stomach as well.* Yeah! We got tons of shit! Well, not shit. But the finest shit you'll get anywhere! Yvette puts a pretty good spread out fer a country chick... and she's hot.... Maybe we can hook you up. *Nudging him.*

Rochelle: *she feels her mind stagnating the thoughts getting harder to grasp, the original anger which allowed her change has faded. She lets the transformation slide over her, changing her back...her anger at gild not enough to maintain her form…him, she can deal with another time... she is grateful they are walking away, they cannot see her slump down against the wall, head in hands as she fights to maintain consciousness*

Geoff: *Though he does indeed look back once. More to make sure she's not charging him rather than anything else... Seeing her slump on the ground. Themselves a good 200 feet away or so.... He picks up a small pebble on the ground. then tosses it with some force, bouncing it off her leg a bit. *MS~ Hey..... You alright? All kidding aside. Don't wait around for them to show up. They'll be back to clean up the mess with the crowd... And they will be back in force. Your tough, but not tough enough to take two or more hunters of Black’s caliber. ~ *He wouldn't make himself look bad to his friend over his concern for her... But he had some compassion, after all. She was only at the beginning of a very -BIG- game.*

MYRIAD: -=- He blinked and smiled a bit, looking at the bike shop. a bike at a gal a bike or a gal the ah hell girls ruled out most anything. He blinked arching a brow, looking over at him. -=- Really now? -=- being pushed off balance lightly by the nudge, falling off the curb. Looking back at Rocky -=- What about psycho beocch there? -=- He knew they were supposed to keep her in the Lair, only asking because he did not want to get chewed out by Lyeth. The ONLY reason for asking. Blinking then shrugging-=- ferget it.. hell what the hell are you waiting for take me to that goddess you spoke of.. -=- He smiled a bit.. -=- I mean as long as she is my type.. you know the kind exactly opposite of.. -=- nodding backwards knowing he got the hint -=-

MYRIAD: -=- Blinking following the pebble Gild tossed with his eyes, watching as it hit Rocky in the leg. Blinking, not really able to tell if she was sobbing or what. He stood and blinked for a moment. He called back not really caring about an image, telling himself it was because Lyeth would have his ass --= Yo.. dude you okay? -=- pausing his hands wandering down to his pockets standing watching for a moment. glancing back at Geoff and shrugging-=-

Rochelle: *feels the pebble hit her leg, but doesn't look up until she hears a voice…a voice inside her head…~ what the fuck? I'm fine get lost~ *the send very weak, primarily due to the fact that she has had almost no experience with MS, but also because she is struggling…shakily she forces herself to her feet, still leaning heavily on the wall*

Geoff: *He smiles... The humor was appreciated... though something in Geoff really felt for ROCKY... Past her bitchiness... He saw himself and Chase a long time ago.. When they first learned how to use their powers. And when the -men- first started showing up no matter where they went. She's alone... Confused... and she won't let anyone help her. She'll have to learn the hard way. Which is exactly how him and Chase learned... But he doesn't envy her the road she'll have to take. With a half hearted smile. He nods, slapping MARK on the back again.* Yeah, I know your type Pal-O! Yvette’s cool... You'll like her, and Alan, though Jesse's a little…*He whirls his finger around the side of his head.* She's just real quiet. *Noting as well that no one in that house had seen him since the battle.... And they surely hadn't done anything to express their gratitude at bringing Alan back*

Rochelle: *eyes closed as she concentrates on keeping herself conscious, forcing her limbs to stop shaking...god damn it! why did it have to happen every time? at least his was better than the blackouts...she hears mark call out and looks up, throwing what she hopes is an effective sneer at them*

MYRIAD: -=- He scoffed and turned waving her away.. what an ungrateful.. well who cared. -=- Well stop talking about it.. let's go! M'starvin Marvin here budiee.. -=- Taking a few steps towards Gild, not even looking back at Rocky once. Tilting his head, hearing his belly grumble a bit, wincing. Perhaps a side effect of his powers but he was ALWAYS hungry as a mother afterwards. -=-

Geoff: *Getting the weak send... God, she was such a fucking amateur... and she wanted to face off against Blackie? She is -nutso-. He's torn between leaving her to her stubborn ass fate... and going back, kicking her ass, and taking her back to the LAIR... He glances over at MARK from the corners of his eyes...* If all I wanna do is leave her here.... How come I’m feelin' like such a shit watching her struggle like she is...*He sighs a bit, shaking his head as he thrusts his hands in his pocket.* Chase would be turning over in his grave if he saw how soft I was getting....*Seeing all the people looking at her and laughing... something snaps inside. Getting a dark look on his face.* ALL YOU PEEPS CLEAR OUTTA THERE!!!! SHOWS O-----------VER! *And, as they all look at him like he was some kind of freak, he pulls the 9mm and points it at the crowd, what the hell, the GUARD would most likely wipe all their memories anyway.* I SAID NOW GODDAMNIT! DON'T MAKE ME ASK AGAIN! *and like any crowd would do, at the sign of a gun pointed at them they simply -scramble-.*

MYRIAD: -=- He just blinked at Geoff and watched as he went ballistic, shrugging, looking back at the world class paperweight. -=- You know I feel a bit bad too.. -=- Tilting his head a bit, and watching not really knowing what to do -=- Well we COULD carry her back to the Lair.. Well I could make a few peeps and do it -=- reluctance in his voice, not really wanting to help her. Thinking perhaps that if she ran in with GUARD again, she would finally realise the huge war that was being fought that she was smack dab in the middle of. -= Man yer not soft yer being human.. put the gun away Geeze-us christe -=- ducking exaggerating a smile on his lips crouched kneeling watching her. Tilting his head again.. not really saying much about Geoff's sudden outburst thinking it was all in fun. -=-

Rochelle: *hears Gild shouting and looks up, only now noticing the people still around...like she cared what they thought…she sees the waving gun, what he want? to knock me while I'm down? she palms her switchblade*

Geoff : *He just grins down at MARK, a wry grin at that.* Your call man.... Help her, of course she'll fight us the whole damned way. Or leave her to do what she thinks she still needs too... I mean, it is her life. and she doesn't even like us.... I just don't like seeing people pick on he...I mean any one of us like that. *Nodding. He hated it in Japan... so if she -Could- notice it. It probably wasn't making her feel very good either. He watches as she slinks along the wall.. He could take her to Yvette’s house, after all, she sorta liked Yvette. And at least it was a freer place than the LAIR... You could come and go at your desire.*

Geoff: *Totally unaware that ROCKY pulled her blade, though he could see her move her hand a bit... Thinking perhaps she was delirious or something

Rochelle: *with intense concentration she forces herself to stand straighter, she's still using the wall for support, but a little steadier*

MYRIAD: -=- He shrugged, then sitting. Gawd he was ALREADY strained -=- Easily solved, so WE can get on with out lives, and give our minds a rest -=- He slowly blinks 3 more of him. straining in just doing that.. three flashes very bright, they on the other hand were perfectly fit, wandering over towards her, one looking back at Geoff and saying -=- Easier this way Eh bud? -=- Another pushing another aside he really did hate himself at times. He laid down for a bit closing his eyes, his breathing then a bit laboured. Couching a few times, and then panting a bit. Groaning and clenching his teeth, it was like running though mud when you already ran eight miles uphill, near impossible. but he still did it. The original saying -=- The bitch better appreciate this -= A copy calling back -=- I doubt it.. -=- Reaching for Rocky's legs, another reaching for her arms and the last grabbing her torso. Looking then back over at Gild, all three of them -=- One saying -=- Where to? -=- The other saying -=- Damn I am hungry.. -=- The last looking down at her, more than likely struggling -=- Man if you only stayed put -=- While Mark, wincing a bit on the ground, curling ever so slightly in the fetal position from the strain. Yelling then in a soft voice though -=- Jus’ hurry get her back to the damned house.. -=- Gritting his teeth, then relaxing a bit, breathing a bit heavier, he would have been fine if he did not exert himself earlier.. perfectly fine in fact.. -=-

Geoff: *Grumbling slightly... Bending down and picking MARK up, putting him over his shoulder in the fireman’s carry. He walks over to where the clones have her immobilized, presetting few things on his transporter bracelet. He moves next to her, touching her stomach lightly.* Ooo..... good tone there. Ready for a little trip, least someplace safe for the night. Promise you'll like this one better than the last....*Grinning*

MYRIAD: -=- He struggles and kicks a bit -=- DAMN it Geoff, put me DOWN -=- coughing and wheezing ever so slightly, grumbling something under his breath that too strained. His copies simply laughed at him, pointing, waiting for whatever. One looking down at her saying lightly --= Da poor baby -=- Another laughing and saying -=- Shut up Mark... -=- Nothing like telling yourself to shut up, more than likely having the same thoughts anyhow. -=-

MYRIAD: -=- The clones have her, as she is passed out shrugging chatting to one another -=- Makes it much easier -=-

Geoff: *Grumbling...* God.... I feel like father goose. *Shaking his head... MARK over his back. One hand on Rocky’s stomach. He slaps the bracelet against his chest... though nothing happens for a moment.... thinking of a line from Alice in wonderland...* Hmmm.... Maybe it was drink me...*Then they vanish in a globe of white searing light. Only to appear outside Yvette’s farm.... He drops MARK unceremoniously to the ground. though he does make sure he doesn't land on his head.... Too hard anyway.* There, your down. *Kneeling next to ROCKY, she was exhausted and in bad shape. MARK’s not much better... How come he's the only one that fairs well in these fights?! Shaking his head again, he hefts the unconscious form of ROCKY onto his shoulders, making his way for the house.* Damned girl.... time for a -diet-.

MYRIAD: He looked over at Geoff flipping him off sitting up the clones vanishing releasing a great deal of the strain.. sitting up then blinking a bit. Coughing a dry cough and rubbing his head a bit, looking at Geoff managing a chuckle though the coughing -=- You asshole.. -=- He stood then, slowly, using the wall to prop himself. He'd be fine in a few he just needed rest. Blinking at the house a few times noting a girl with purple hair sitting causally on the outside steps not noticing their appearance in the Farmhouse AT ALL. Instead she was reading a book, a bit larger than "War and Peace", and retaining a totally emotionless look on her face. Without looking up she said something like Hello Geoff, or something.. He blinked looking back at Gild pointing to Jesse, asking -=- That the babe you were talking about? n------ice taste.. great legs -=- He had in a hoarse whisper, Jesse blinked and stared at him, blatantly stared at him, and stood, a bit of disgust in her eyes and simply walked away, leaving Mark coughing. Mark not having any mental shields by the way looking to Geoff as if to say ''What the hell -=- DO?! '' -=-

Geoff: *He looks over at MARK.* No.... that was Jesse. Alan’s squeeze. and she's a strong psi person. Watch how you think around her... I don't think you made a good impression. *Snickering...* What else is new though. Come on. *He hefts the body once more. Walking up the steps and flinging the screen door open. Hopefully YVETTE wasn't home to bitch him out about this.*

Rochelle: *with the jostling of her unconscious body, the switchblade lands on the floor*

MYRIAD: -=- Straggling alongside of him watching Jesse move into the house thinking loudly, --UM OPPS I AM SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE -=- the equivalent to a mental scream though he had not perfected sending yet. A small response near dead in tone he blinked looking at Geoff not thinking it but saying -=- Geeze man were you ever right -=- Choking again as he punches aside the screen door for Geoff, and stumbling inside -=-

Geoff: *He points for MARK.* Fridge over there.... I'll be right back. *Noting the switchblade that fell to the floor. He takes her in and sets her on the couch. Moving her own hair out of her face as he lays a blanket over her. Removing whatever jacket she might be wearing and placing it over the back of the couch... Closing his eyes, knowing pretty much JESSE will be monitoring what's going on. *~ There was a minor battle... I had no choice but to bring her here. She's a troubled one this...~ * Figuring a few favors are owed him anyways. No hurrahs for the heroes kinda thing. He walks back into the kitchen, getting a plate of chicken they all had last night out of the fridge. Turning the music box on in the kitchen , something short of full blast.*

MYRIAD: -=- Does not even notice the switchblade as he stumbles into the house -=-

MYRIAD: -=- He straggles over to the kitchen and throws open the fridge, falling to his knees and throwing open his arms-=- Hole shite Geoff.... FOOD -=- Bowing slightly to the fridge, then blinking -=- Who the hella re you talking to ? -=- Standing again a bit labored, still straining a breath and muscles aching, grabbing the meat and mustard and all the sandwich fixings he could find. Geoff would feel a mental nod from Jesse, and she would put her shields to full, as to keep out their minds from hers, especially the lewd new kid. She would though say in a polite and very mannered way, the send with touches of gratitude ~~ When you do have time to spare Geoff, I need to speak with you.. ~~ letting the send cut off there. Mark on the other hand ravaging the fridge, near forgetting his near dead state, except for the occasional OW's his body decided to bring and the short breath he had -=-

Geoff: *He sends a small message of acknowledgment to her... In the celebration after the victory... He and Yndia were rather........-busy- attending to things that had been neglected while she was away... New found interests and such. He just about chokes on a bit of chicken when he sees MARK in front of the fridge.* YES! BOW to the refrigerator god! *Getting on his knees as well, giving small bows.... Then, as Mark digs in.. He spits some chicken on the floor with the burst of laughter that follows.* OH man!!! You look like a pig at a trough!!!!

Rochelle: *she utters a low moan, tossing her head then her eyes snap open, her heart racing, her mind in a momentary state of panic.. Slowly reality sets in and the nightmare fades. She looks around, trying to orient herself, finding nothing familiar she closes her eyes, trying to piece together her last conscious thoughts*

Geoff: *Unaware of anything going on in the living room. He picks up the switchblade where it landed on the floor in the kitchen. figuring she'll need this back at some point.*

Rochelle: *she shakes her head...nothing, no idea how i got here, shakily she sits up. only now hearing Geoff’s and marks voices coming form the kitchen...why is he always dragging me strange places?...she sits there trying to gain some sense of her surroundings*

Rochelle: *she stands, letting the blanket fall to a crumpled heap on the floor and begins looking around, picking up trinkets and examining them...her mind calculating street value, then placing them back down*

MYRIAD: -=- He again flips Geoff off and sits half-heartedly and still half-dead -=- You know you underestimate the power of the refrigerator god MAN I have not eaten in well in --= He shrugs it off constructing a monster sandwich about 6 inches high, and then stands walking to the table, placing the sandwich down dusting off his hands and grinning a bit, using the chair for balance, -=- Now for the main course, -=- Moseying back towards the fridge getting some Pizza and a few pieces of chicken, pausing, and deciding to leave the macaroni salad alone, and anything green He did not trust green food. Moving sloely, unloading the food on the table, sitting still dazed, popping a piece of pizza from the counter, praying it was not weeks old. And shoving the pointed biting his mouth. Saying then with his mouth partially full -=- Man this place is stocked.. -=- Swallowing dryly, then turning coughing a bit more, and inhaling deeply. Closing his eyes, and then turning away, not wanting to seem too weak -=- Duude grab me a Sode eh? -=- He -was- lazy, willing to make another copy before getting up again -=-

Geoff: *He continues to eat his chicken.... Keen ears having caught a noise in the living room... He looks that way for a moment. Seeing nothing. He shakes his head and chows down a bit more.*

MYRIAD: (( ---- Jesse's mind scans occasionally, then pauses at ROCKY'S clearly and very gently saying --- put that back, please.. --- Withdrawing her tendrils of though one by one snapping them giving a mild slapping effect, very mild, a slight warning. Her mind filters to Geoff’s again and says very carefully --- please watch your friend .. her intentions.. are not needed. ---- )) Ge

off: *Having already been at the fridge to get himself a soda.... He turns suddenly... The soda in his hand....* Can ya dig it? And Hershiser is at the mound.... *Standing like a pitcher.* The wind up. *winding up for a throw.* THE DELIVERY! *He does a high underhanded pass of the coke to MARK..... It would either be a good catch..... Or in the dirt.*

Geoff: *Blinking..... Looking back to the living room.... she was awake already? Oh well, she wouldn't make it out of the house with any of Yvette’s stuff... and he was hungrier than all hell. He gives a slight promise to frisk ROCKY before they leave to make sure she isn't fleecing anything.*

MYRIAD: -=- Almost causing Mark to spit out the bit pizza that remained in his mouth, her smiled a bit catching it with a bit of ease, swallowing again that bite coughing a bit, his head began to pound, He popped open the Soda and grinned a bit tired. -=- Thanks dude.. -=- Downing half the can in a single gulp, then looking at the table, Not seeing any napkins he just wiped the back of his hand off on the shirt, shrugging. -=-

Rochelle: *stops mid thought, as a strange voice enters her head* ~ not another! who are you? ~ *her mental voice entirely unschooled...she does however put the statuette down*

Geoff: *Figuring it better that he get a couple sodas from the way MARKS scarfing them down. He grabs the sixer and moves to the table. Plopping it down unceremoniously... then going back to his chicken.*

Rochelle: *having finished her circuit of this room she head for a doorway leading to a hall*

MYRIAD: -=- He beams over at his pal, nodding looking back at the fridge and then leaning back eyeing the sandwich with a vengeance.. thinking I shall conquer this sandwich so help me. Of course the damned thing was so huge he could never curl his lips around it. He pushed the pizza box near Geoff nodding--= Is good.. -=- Then looking leaning back observing the wrecked Hummer thing that had been in the front yard what looked like ages. Foliage started to grow over it he blinked, not wanting to ask what happened there noting stables and a few other things of interest --= Nice place.. where's that babe? -=- Raising both brows devilishly. Stuffing a piece of chicken in his mouth. And then moving back to his Sode. Leaning back a bit further, Then forward trying to see into the living room hearing a few small movements, damn she was awake already? He sighed and moved then, putting the chicken aside and pulling up the sandwich. -=- ....... (( JESSE : -- A small voice still clear identifies itself, as Jesse Raymond, an extremely close friend of the owner of the things she was touching. Not bothering with formalities she simply says do not do it again. A few movements could be heard upstairs as she entered Abyss's Room, well their Room now Zak had taken over Alan's when he came back she gave the kid hers. A few clunks and a whirring sound, a few thuds then silence. Soon a few sparks fizzles and a faint bit of smoke could be smelled. --)) -=- Mark looked up as if to ask.. What the hell.. -=-

Rochelle: * she cautiously proceeds up the hall, dying to find out what the noise was...sounds mechanical*

Geoff: *He smiles, taking a bit of the pizza and bowing his head slightly as if to say, ''You are a god.''.... Wondering how indeed Mark will be getting that sandwich in his mouth. Slurping his Soda and basically making a pig of himself. When the smoke wafts down and mark voices his question. He simply shrugs.* S'Jesse messin' 'round with her toys... she builds things. Used to be one of them GUARD peeps.

MYRIAD: -=- He nodded mouthing the word OOoohhh and looked at the sandwich, looking at it from all angles, finally propping his hands up and resting his chin there.. he had not THOUGHT of how to get the sandwich in. So finally he did what any teen would do. Squished it between his hands. Tightly. Making it a mere three inches and fitting it in still with a bit of discomfort -=- whatshemakin? -=- He blinked and near laughed, swallowing the bite with some more sode, and then opening the another can, washing the rest down, before taking another fierce bite saying again-=- So what the hell is she making? -=- Not all that interested, noting ROCKY moving down the hall and up the stairs shrugging. -=- (( -- If she got to Alan and Ei's room the door would be locked -))-=- A few more soft whirring noises and a long silence, followed by a bit of pacing -=-

Rochelle: *she proceeds up the hall, noting bed rooms…nothing much interesting, She stops at the only closed door, her ear pressed to the panel, listening...realizing that someone is in there she backs off and heads back down the hallway* *she stands in the living room, listening to the guys*

MYRIAD: -=- He attacks the sandwich again, not even KNOWING Rochelle was back in the living room. Taking a fierce bite and then chewing a few more times, before downing it with more Soda -=-

Rochelle: *she walks into the kitchen only briefly acknowledging either of them. As she passes behind mark she snatches his soda, taking a sip before returning it. She then pulls out a chair, turns it around and sits straddling it* Where is this?

MYRIAD: -=- He blinks and shoves the Soda back at her with a light scowl opening a new one -=- I /don't/ like sharing.. and this is a kitchen, you are about as sharp as a marble aren't you -=- He said half mocking and then coughing a bit, turning his head, followed by a ragged wheeze, then returning to tackle his sandwich before shoving the now near empty pizza box towards her, he inclined his head -=- So.. you have my smokes still I need one.. -=- then wrapping his lips around the sandwich and taking a HUGE bite chewing and sipping form his newly opened Sode -=-

Geoff: *Looking at the person who suddenly decided to be so social....* Eh? Oh.... Canada. *Wondering how that will go over with her.... Continuing to munch on his chicken as though it were no big deal.*

Rochelle: Mark: *with a chuckles she takes the soda, finishing it in one long swig* *Arching an eyebrow* Your smokes?

MYRIAD: -=- He looks at her in near disgust, while chewing fully, then nodding mouth still partially full , before he washes again another bite down with the Soda -=- Yeah I tossed them at you at The Mall -=- Rolling his eyes, she had major memory lapse or something. Looking at Geoff and kicking him under the table -=- Okay bud you delivered on the food, saved our asses today.. but you promised I'd see a babe.. all I am seeing is here -=- Nodding towards Rochelle and taking another ravenous bite of his sandwich -=-

Rochelle: *glancing at Geoff* Canada? how the hell we end up way up there?

Geoff: *Wincing and rubbing his shin.... Glaring at MARK for a moment... Then he simply shrugs.* She must be out at the market or something. That or in her room asleep... Other than that. Dunno, she could be anywhere. But this is Yvette’s house.