Name: Vanessa Maudrell aka Nessa
Location: NY City: Streets of NY
Attire: tennis shoes, black slacks, white t-shirt with gray sweater over top
Weapons: Alex' handgun
Date/Time: July 4, 2025
Tagging: Justin, Alex, OPEN
Nessa cleared her throat as she stepped back from Alex after releasing him. "Sorry just. Relexes." She was glad to know that both Justin and Alex were alive, they stopped to help her and they didn't need to. For that she was very grateful, to an extend that she would most likely never be able to repay. She wasn't really sure how to explain that however without making it sound very weird. A woman so thankful to two men would be considered either crazy or easy in most situations. She of course was niether. Least wise she liked to think that she was neither.
"I'm... Sorry... I slowed you guys down." She began, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. "But, I do thank you for saving me." Alex's words went through her head a few times. She couldn't overlook the fact that had the two of them not taken the detour to help her they could already be in the safe house. They chose to help her though, and she would repay them, she just didn't know how to go about doing that just yet. When Alex put the gun out for her to take it she looked at the handle then up at him. She was hesitant to take it, not really knowing what she was going to do with it when she did but if it made the two of them feel better she would go for it. "I'd be more help with a curling iron than this thing. I'll tell you what. You gentlemen get me a labratory and I'll make magic happen. I may even be able to put you two in the dust with kills but.... "
Her voice trailed off as she followed behind Alex, not getting far from Justin and Nightmare. "I um... How about I stay out here? You know... Keep the horse company.... Just while you two make sure it's safe. Then one of you can just come get me or whatever." Nessa's voice was a bit shakey as she spoke, she was scared to death and she wasn't about to deny it. It was one thing with four or five of them when she was on the van, but at least them she could see, not knowing who or what could be hiding in the shadows, that wasn't really her cup of tea.