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It still hadn't quite sunk in by the time Jack had made it home late late that night. Far later than she would usually have been out. It made her nervous as she slowly let herself into the giant house and crept her way up the stairs towards her room. It was large enough it seemed like every time noise echoed, but that was probably all in her head. Once she had the heavy door closed behind her she let out a relieved sigh as she sagged back against it.

"What a night..." Suddenly exhausted, Jack slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor with her back against it. Everything sort of low key hurt. Except for her arm. She brought it up to look down at the double puncture points, fingers brushing the edges of one hole gingerly. "I really hope that thing's poison isn't like, delayed or anything." How even did you explain that to a hospital? Hi, I was bit by a youma with fangs, and I dunno if it's poisonous or not, but would you happen to have an antivenom? She thought not.

She supposed she'd see how it was doing in the morning, but what was she supposed to do until then? Tired as she was, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to sleep just yet. She felt exhausted, but buzzed. Fingertips tingling and head reeling.

Chewing on her lower lip she dug her phone out of her pocket and poked at the screen to pull up the home screen. From there she tapped over to her recent calls and scrolled. I wonder if she's still...is that her? It was an unknown number from late on the evening she'd been attacked by that first youma. The night Altias had come swooping out of nowhere to save her life, getting hurt in the process.

Jack didn't have his number, but she had Fiona's, the girl they'd called in to help him. She said she was a senshi too, probably had been for a while. If there was anyone Jack could reach out to, she was it. Swallowing back nerves, the photographer tapped out a quick message to the other girl, quite sure that if she did hear back it wouldn't be until morning.

It wasn't an immediate answer,and when her phone buzzed against Jack startled before fumbling to unlock the thing so she could the text from Fiona. With it came a wave of relief and the girl took just a second to count her blessings for the the good that had come from her meeting with Khaleel and Fiona. Because who else would she have reached out for now, if not for either of them?

Scrubbing at her cheek with the heel of one hand she sent back another text.

[Text to Unknown: I don't want to be a bother, but maybe we could meet up.

Could you bring your first aid kit again, too?]

She hit send, then stared down at the screen, waiting for a response.

[Text to Unknown: My place maybe, unless it's too far.]

Jack pulled up the address to the big house on Google Maps and shared it with Fiona, then finally pushed herself back to her feet to cross the room to her desk so she could pull the chair out and take a seat. The bed would have been more comfortable, but she was afraid she'd fall asleep if she laid down.

It was tempting though. So very tempting. Now that the fight was over and Faust was gone the world seemed to be returning to it's normal speed, and Jack felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her.

Her phone bugged again, and Jack almost cried with relief. She was so tired already, she really hadn't wanted to go back out because she just didn't trust she'd be able to drive safely at the moment. Thankfully Fiona was coming to her. She'd help patch up her arm, and Jack would be able to talk to her about what had just happened.

Wow, maybe she really was going to cry.

Wiping away the tears welling in her eyes, Jack got up again and changed out of the dirty clothing she'd had on and into a pair of soft shorts and a baggy t-shirt, then she waited.

When the text came to let her know Fiona had arrived she all but sprinted for the door, bare feet nearly silent on the hardwood floors and stairs as she hurried down to open the large front door of the giant house she shared with six other people.

"H-hi." The cement beneath her toes as she walked out onto the large porch was cool, but it didn't stop her from continuing forward until she was halfway down the front stairs to meet her. "Thank you for coming. I know it's really late, and I don't know if I woke you up or what, but I just didn't..I mean..." She trailed off, voice getting thick as she twisted her hands in the front of the t-shirt and new tears burned at the corners of her eyes. "I just didn't know who else to reach out to."

She was trying really hard not to just fall apart right there and the stairs as she watched Fiona coming towards her and it took every fiber of her being not to just throw herself into the arms of this relative stranger. It was all just sort of sinking in now. And maybe it was because enough time had passed after the fact, or maybe it was because she was talking to someone about it beside the guardian cat that had been a part of it. Jack didn't know, and really it didn't matter.

She sniffed, lips pressed together to keep from quivering before she managed to take a few steadying breaths. calming herself enough to give a weak, gracious smile. "I really appreciate it."

At the prompting Jack looked down at her left arm, held it up and peeled away the hap-hazardously applied gauze pad so Fiona could see the two relatively neat puncture wounds in her forearm. They were still bleeding, but it was a lot slower now. "It was another one of those things, those youma? It-it bit me."

Jack opened her mouth to say more then closed it as she glanced back over her shoulder into the spacious foyer, then back at Fiona. "Maybe we should go inside."

She kept her arm really still so Fiona could look at it, even when gently pressing fingers made her wince. Having the bite cleaned wasn't going to be fun, but she'd feel better for having Fiona look it over and dress it. Less chance of it getting infected later, or Jack missing something concerning that'd require more than just a simple first aid patch up.

As the ginger let her go she'd turn to open the door to let them both into the large mansion and lead the way across the foyer towards the winding staircase. "I just moved in and I don't wanna risk annoying my roommates, so we gotta be kinda quiet," she murmured softly as they reached the upstairs hall that led to most of the rooms.

Her door was open still and she ushered Fiona inside. There was a queen sized bed tucked up against the wall beneath a big window, a desk perpendicular to that served as bedside table. Opposite that was a dresser with a mirror hanging on the wall behind it. It still looked a little sparse, but there were a few boxes still waiting to be unpacked stacked beside the desk.

She closed the door behind them and headed in to take a seat on the edge of the edge of the bed, reaching out to grab the henshin pen that had been sitting on the comforter. "So, also tonight, I met a-a cat, and he gave me this." She held it up, hoping Fiona would know what it was and what that meant.

"I thought maybe you might. Or at least I hoped you did. I never got Khaleel's number, and I remember you mentioning something..." She trailed, turning the pen in her hands. Having Fiona there helped. Knowing that she wasn't alone in this, and wasn't crazy.

"He said I was a senshi, that my name is Sailor Phoebe of euphoria." Her thumb slid along the edge of the pen. "That I'm supposed to be a soldier, and that I have a responsibility to keep the people of this city safe."

Jack sighed as she looked up at the redhead. "I'm not a soldier. I beat the snake thing that attacked me, but I don't know...how to do this."

She wasn't a fighter. She didn't even believe in violence and didn't have the first clue how to fight or even defend. "It feels like someone made a mistake."

"How, uh. How's he doing?" Last she'd seen him he was laying in the back of Fiona's car with the front of his shirt soaked through with blood. She should have asked about him earlier, but with everything else going on...

She bit her lip, attention down on her lap as Fiona tried to reassure her, and that's when she remembered the bite on her arm slowly oozing blood. It was starting to slid down the side of her arm again and she bit back a word that more than likely wouldn't have been a curse as she lifted her arm and cupped her hand beneath it to catch a drop of blood before it fell on her lap or the bed they were sitting on.

Then she sighed, shoulders sagging as she looked up at Fiona again. It wasn't a mistake. "I won't be alone?" That was what scared her the most about this, she thought. That t seemed to mean a lot of walking around on her own in the dark, looking for trouble. She didn't even like walking to her car across a parking lot at night, and had to fight back anxiety every time she lost track of time.