Liron stared quizzically at the closet. Lorelei had to be pranking him. There was no way logical, calm, rational Jemma would've remained hidden in a closet the entire time he was in that room, not after insisting they work on becoming friends.
"Seriously, do you know where she is?" Liron repeated his question.
"I told you, she's hauled up in that fucking closet!" Lorelei insisted. "Let me tell you, it's been a pain in the ass to get her to even talk! If it weren't for the fact that I need her help to heed the call of nature, I doubt she'd ever come out."
"Are you really in there Jemma?" Liron called. He heard a faint rustling come from deep within, but she didn't reply.
"Told you," Lorelei stated with a pointed look.
