Tilting her head a little, Taryn listened, and her gaze fell to the floor when the redhead’s voice drew off and she sighed. Keeping an ‘oh, sorry’ for asking from slipping from her mouth, Taryn continued to hear the rest of Cameron’s explanation. “Oh.” She said, and was actually a little relieved. “Good.” She added, before amending it to, “It’d be kind of weird if I just…you know, bumped into a strange guy on the way to the bathroom or something.” 

Adjusting the strap of her backpack on her shoulder again, she found herself being a little…rambly. Was that a word? Probably not. “Not that my being here means you can’t like…have a guy over, you know. It’s your house.” Pushing her hair out of her face, Taryn heard the questions about food. “Um…I’m not picky.” She answered, and figured that whatever they got she would just be careful. Knowing what foods to avoid with her diabetes, she reasoned that she’d be fine and wouldn’t have to say anything about her condition. 

Speaking of which, she had to test her blood sugar. “Is the bathroom through there?” She asked, nodding toward a nearby door. 

"My home’s personal and safe," Cam said quietly, leaning against the wall behind her. "I don’t bring guys back here unless they’re close friends or I’m serious about them, so you won’t have to worry about that." It was personal, and now it wasn’t just about what made her comfortable either, and Cameron was aware of that, she was sharing this house with another person and that teenager had undoubtedly been in other situations that had the potential to compromise herself. She was not going to be put on the long list of people who had done that to her by any means. "It’s your house here too now, and I’m not about to bring a strange guy in that you don’t know."

There was a small chuckle that escaped Cameron’s lips as she pushed away from the wall. “Well, it’s your first night here, so it’s your pick on food, because I have learned really early on that it’s advantageous to eat whatever is in front of me, so I’ll grab the menus and you can choose.” It took Cameron a second to realize where the bathroom was, almost directing her to where it would have been in the apartment before remembering that they were in a different place and in a different situation now too. “Second door on the left. I’ll meet you in the kitchen after? It’s just the rest of the way down the hall.”


A guest room. Taryn missed the ‘guest’ part, mostly because she’d always been considered something of a guest—a temporary inhabitant—of the homes she’d been placed in over the years. The word that stuck out was ‘room’. To herself? The concept of privacy was odd to the teen’s ears, but she swallowed down the urge to clarify. Maybe it had been said earlier, that she wouldn’t just be crashing on the couch. Maybe the whole being-involved-in-a-bank-robbery and nearly being shot thing was part of this lapse in memory. However, Taryn still found herself staring curiously before catching herself doing so.

"Oh. Cool." She responded, nodding, before getting out of the car as well. Scraping the toe of her chuck taylors against the paved street, Taryn stepped up onto the sidewalk. Then, she turned and peered back at Cameron. "I’m guessing you’re not married or anything?" She spoke, before realizing it might sound sharp. "I mean, just because if you were, you probably would’ve said it, or you would’ve had to check in with him about letting a stray into the house." She added, trying to inject a little humor by referring to herself as a stray. Her stomach growled a moment later, and she wondered when she should check her blood sugar. 

"No… there was a point that I thought I might be, but…" Cam said, sighing softly before unlocking the door and pushing it open, turning and punching in the security code. "It didn’t end up working out for something long term. No guy though, so you shouldn’t have to worry about anyone unexpected roaming around until I start to get sleep deprived." She was more than aware of how strange it was that she was comfortable talking about her past with Micah, or the fact that was the closest that she came to married, but really, Cameron wasn’t even entirely sure that she was built for a long-term commitment anymore.

"So, what kind of foods do you like? There’s a pretty wide range of take out places around here that’ll deliver while you get settled, so it’s your pick." There was a pause while Taryn stepped into the house and Cameron locked the door behind them, tossing her bag on the bench in the entry and running her hands through her hair for a few seconds before tying it into a pony tail. "Want me to show you where you can put your things, or did you want to roam around a bit and get a little more comfortable?"

the beatles lyrics pt. 1 [1962 - 1965] roleplay prompt/meme


  • "How could I dance with another?"
  • "I’ve lost her now for sure."
  • "I’ll remember all the little things we’ve done."
  • "You say he loves you more than me."
  • "I want you to know that I still love you so."
  • "You give back your ring to me and I’ll set you free, go with him."
  • "You’re the only love that I’ve ever had."
  • "Ask me why, I’ll say I love you."
  • "You don’t need me to show the way, love."
  • "I do all the pleasing with you."
  • "Remember that I’ll always be in love with you."
  • "You’ll never know how much I really love you."
  • "You’ll never know how much I really care."
  • "Do you promise not to tell?"
  • "It won’t be long ‘til I belong to you."
  • "You’re coming home."
  • "Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you."
  • "While I’m away, I’ll write home everyday."
  • "Whenever you want me at all, I’ll be here whenever you call."
  • "Go away, leave me alone."
  • "Don’t bother me."
  • "I’ve got no time for you right now."
  • "I’ll take my chances for romance is important to me."
  • "Now you’ve changed your mind, I see no reason to change mine."
  • "You hurt me then, you’re back again."
  • "You’re giving me the same old line."
  • "I’ve been working like a dog."
  • "I work all day to get you money to buy you things."
  • "When I’m home, everything seems to be right."
  • "I should’ve known better with a girl like you."
  • "If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true?"
  • "If I give my heart to you, I must be sure from the very start that you would love me more than her."
  • "If I trust in you, please don’t run and hide."
  • "I would love to love you."
  • "I just wanna dance with you all night."
  • "I’ve discovered I’m in love with you."
  • "It’s the second time I’ve caught you talking to him."
  • "I may not have a lot to give, but what I’ve got, I’ll give to you."
  • "I’m a loser."
  • "I’m not what I appear to be."
  • "Help! I need somebody."
  • "Help me if you can, I’m feeling down."
  • "Treat me like you did the night before."
  • "You’ve got to hide your love away."
  • "How could she say to me ‘love will find a way’?"
  • "You don’t realize how much I need you."
  • "Please remember how I feel about you."
  • "You’re going to lose that girl."
  • "I’ll make a point of taking her away from you."
  • "I think I’m gonna be sad."
  • "You’ll never leave me and you know it’s true."
  • "You like me too much."
  • "I’ll admit that I was wrong."
  • "I can show you a better time."
  • "I have had enough so act your age."
  • "Think for yourself ‘cause I won’t be there with you."
  • "Isn’t he a bit like you and me?"
  • "I will say the only words I know that you’ll understand."
  • "Is there anybody going to listen to my story all about the girl who came to stay?"
  • "I’m looking through you."
  • "You don’t look different, but you have changed."
  • "You’re not the same."
  • "Love has a nasty habit of disappearing over night."
  • "Of all these friends and lovers, there’s no one that compares with you."
  • "In my life, I love you more."
  • "It’s been a long time, now I’m coming back home."
  • "Carve your number on my wall."


For the most part…yeah nine out of ten times we catch the bad guys we’re after. What I’m angry about is that this…god forgive me for using this language in such an elegant setting…this bastard is out there roaming around all smug because he hasn’t been caught yet. -sighs- I know as much as everyone else right now, but if I come up with any new information of course I’ll seek someone out from that team. -nods- Definitely not a nice place for attractive agents, male or female. 

You know the key in that sentence? -smiles softly- Yet. Eventually he will do something or someone will find something that is going to show what the truth is… -chuckles- It’s a place for letters and pens and that is all, nothing more and nothing less. 

Plan for the weekend? I was supposed to meet my grandmother in France for a few days.

Actuality? I’m staying in DC with a pager and a teenage girl to keep me company for a while. Luckily, according to Grandmum, it just means she’s going to have to do enough shopping for both of us and come to visit soon.


This woman was nice, and it was clear that she wanted to help, but Taryn still couldn’t get past the fact that she’d so easily forgiven her for pointing a gun at her. A hazard of the job? She bit her lip, wincing at the soreness and remembering that it had been cut open not too long ago. Eyes downcast as she momentarily dealt with the anger and fear associated with Heroine having hit her and then threatening her life, Taryn looked out the window. She heard the answer to her question, and nodded.

She was quiet for the rest of the ride, not sure what to ask or what else to say. She didn’t feel like she had any right to know more than she’d been told already. This was super temporary after all, right? No sense in getting attached to anything or anyone. Taryn tried not to do that, but sometimes she did get attached. She’d been hurt despite a deliberate attempt to close herself off. No matter how much she denied it, the girl wanted someone to care about her and what happened to her. She wanted someone to love her.

Maybe Garrett had, maybe he hadn’t. Taryn found it too hard to think about at length. She didn’t know that she loved him, but she had felt good that he’d noticed her, trusted her, and included her; not so much that he’d convinced her to join them in the bank heist, but…no one was perfect. Before she knew it, the car was stopping. Looking at the building outside, Taryn finally spoke. “Is that it? With the ivy.” It was actually really beautiful. The foliage might be seen by some as overwhelming, but Taryn saw it another way. It was being allowed to grow as it wanted. 

Cameron had learned at a young age that being angry with someone didn’t solve the problem. It wasn’t something that she had always readily accepted, but any means, but it certainly was something that she had realized fully after her daughter was killed. Being angry didn’t change anything in her life and it certainly hadn’t brought back anyone that she loved or cared about, that was for sure. More often than not Cameron had found that it hurt her more to stay angry at someone in her life than it did to let it go.

Taryn’s life hadn’t been easy by any means, and although she was fairly certain that it would probably raise question questions for the young woman who was sitting in the passenger seat of her vehicle. It wasn’t as though she could really say one way or another what it was like, questioning how it was that you ended up where you are, but she could say that she wished that the answers were easier to get.

The car was quiet when they pulled down Cam’s street, thankful for the first time that it wasn’t as active and bustling as the apartment complex that had somehow began to house other Bureau agents that were in and out at all times of the day. “It is… it was my grandfather’s. I have a guest room though that you can have that’s set up,” she said softly, getting out of the vehicle and leaning against the door. “I just recently moved, so a chunk of it is still finishing getting unpacked.”


Taryn adjusted the strap of her backpack on her shoulder. Her dark eyes focused on the ground for a few moments, to avoid the brightness of the sun. When she looked back up at Cameron, she squinted and shrugged her shoulders a little at the question. To be honest, she didn’t have anything else: just her clothes, some knick knacks in her bag, medicine, hairbrush, and toothbrush. Her fingertips closed around the chain of the necklace she wore, the charm hidden beneath the collar of her t-shirt.

"Nope." She answered. "I’m…ready." The girl added, before following the redheaded woman, stopping to glance back at the house. Breathing a sigh of relief, Taryn continued to walk away and to Cameron’s car. Getting into the passenger side, she gently tossed her bag in before taking a seat. Once they were both inside, and she’d fastened her seat belt, she took a breath. "Do you live nearby?" She asked. 

Cameron wasn’t going to lie and say she wouldn’t pull the girl’s file once she was safely settled in her office the next day, because she had a feeling that she’d never truly felt settled. There was a good chance that the girl had never known what it was like to have an actual sense of privacy either, though. Taryn had been in the system since she was a baby, and no matter how much Cameron might know what it is like to be pushed off to the side, she was able to say that she knew that her parents loved her no matter how much they were preoccupied.

"About fifteen minutes away, I still have an apartment nearby that I need to finish cleaning out, but I recently moved into DC," she said softly, opening the door for Taryn so she could slide in easily, before walking around to her side, giving the supervisor of the home a small nod before slipping in. "I don’t have a lot of food, so we’ll probably do take out tonight and then go grocery shopping tomorrow so we can grab some things that you like, if that sounds good to you."


I do know we don’t always catch the bad guys, but this isn’t just your typical run-of-the-mill unsub. This unsub attacked the bureau. This one’s personal for all of us. -sighs softly- It’s…a little reassuring I guess, but I also know it has to get pushed to the side when more pressing cases come up and that’s frustrating too. -small smile- Ah, like getting unwanted attention from an unwanted admirer….not that I personally know what that is like. -pauses, then laughs- Kidding. Sure it’s happened, just maybe not in a little while.

You may not always, but I have a feeling that you’re pretty used to at least having some sense of accomplishment in ending whatever it was that you walked into. -smiles softly- It’s personal, yeah, a chunk of us have scars because of it, but should it drive us to the point that we’re mad about it? It’s probably the psychologist in me, but I don’t think it’s healthy to be angry about something that you can’t change, no matter how justified. -shakes her head- Probably, but… look, if it’s bugging you that much? Talk to that team. See if maybe a fresh pair of eyes could offer some insight into the case. -shifts and rubs a hand on the back of her neck- Yeah… not exactly unusual, but luckily they’re pretty much kept back by prison bars and guards.


[text]: Hey, I can’t help it if their cleavage calls to me.

[text]: You know, from a medical standpoint…just checking to make sure their tight blouses haven’t constricted blood flow.

[text]: I call bullshit.

[text]: Even the bartender knows that you aren’t checking them out for constricted blood flow. We made a shot game out of it last night.

Someone mentioned something about throwing back… Here’s something from college. Which seems forever ago now…

Someone mentioned something about throwing back… Here’s something from college. Which seems forever ago now…

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you


[text]: I will when you quit making it so easy.

[text]: I mean seriously? National straw day where you can only drink alcohol through a straw?

[text]: You fell a little too hard for that one, sweetheart.

{text}: Then quit falling stupidly hard for brunettes with far too much cleavage.

{text}: I know the world will be much happier for it. :P

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

{text}: I still feel like that is a trick question…

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

{text}: I would have sworn that was to Richards. Bastard left me at the bar again. But yes, that was probably me.

texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?
[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here
[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.
[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW
[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.
[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.
[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese
[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it
[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”
[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?
[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.
[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.
[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.
[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.
[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.
[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.
[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.
[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.
[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.
[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling
[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.
[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us
[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…
[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”
[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.
[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.
[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me
[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.
[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”
[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.
[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine
[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.
[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him
[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten
[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.
[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.
[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury
[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.
[text] When was the last time you wore pants?
[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation
[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.
[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time
[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent
[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.
[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?
[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?
[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.
[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?
[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special
[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention
[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.
[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb
[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes
[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.
[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy
[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster
[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.
[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on
[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant
[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.
[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.
[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat
[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?
[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out
[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game
[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.
[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.
[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.
[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.
[text] you traded sex for a burrito?
[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.
[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.
[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.
[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.
[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest
[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box
[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.
[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.
[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go
[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.
[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”
[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you
[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.
[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.
[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs
[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.
[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year
[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.
[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.
[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted
[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.
[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?
[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.
[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!
[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.
[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.
[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.
[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.
[text] Because when I say ‘You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, ‘I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’
[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.
[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.
[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed
[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.
[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone
[text] never. drinking. again.
[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.
[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night
[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now
[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.
[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.


It wasn’t that Taryn was wary of Cameron. She looked over at her curiously, not being used to people being so…unconditionally kind. “..okay” She spoke, slowly standing from her seat on the bench across from the group home she was currently living in. “Um, I’ll be right back.” Mustering up a half smile, she turned and headed into the group home, avoiding the other kids as she went.

Ignoring some of them asking where she was going, she stuffed her few belongings into a backpack. Her medicine, clothes, a couple pairs of shoes, and a hairbrush. Some hair ties scattered the bottom of her bag, but no makeup products. Taryn wasn’t fond of it, and she found that her skin was usually sensitive to cosmetics. Grabbing her toothbrush, floss, and face wash from the bathroom, she paused. She was about to go and stay with the FBI agent who had been negotiating the bank robbery she’d been in involved in. The whole situation was weird, but she knew that leaving this place was the right choice. She hadn’t admitted it in detail, but one of the guys had been creeping her out. It’d started with him checking her out, but after he’d cornered her in the laundry room, the fear set in. 

Squinting in the sun as she returned outside, Taryn was quick in her descent down the porch steps. “All set.” She said, her tone slightly nervous. She didn’t want to make this woman regret her decision to allow her to crash at her place. 

For the most part, Cameron was more than aware of the fact that the young woman in front of her was weary of what she was offering, and probably wasn’t entirely sure how to handle the fact that she was offering shelter with no particular requirements. How was she supposed to explain that she did understand what it was like to be stuck in a corner with next to no options besides the one that was laid in front of you? The answer was that Cameron couldn’t, not in a way that the woman would believe her at least.

It was further complicated by the fact that there was something innately familiar about how the woman moved, and she wasn’t entirely sure how to pinpoint something like that quite yet. She’d narrowed out the people that she’d been in negotiations with, partly because of the fact that she was too familiar with the movements for it to be someone she had encountered less than a handful of times, at most.

There hadn’t been a whole lot of prep time for the room, any… if Cameron was completely honest with herself, she was currently riding on a whole lot of DayQuil and the knowledge that hot tea was going to be her main source of energy. The decision may have been halfway impulsive, taking the DA up on the suggestion of finding someone that would be willing to step in and advocate on behalf of Taryn. This… probably not entirely what the man had meant with the suggestion though. “Want to pick anything else up on the way out? Or just head to the house and get settled into you room?”