I saw a man in a red hat walking with a brown leather jacket, with jeans and some boots that walked into the bathroom. Not that it was a bad thing, but as he did, he suddenly reached behind his back before he disappeared over the corner.
I was now fully suspicious, as my eyes stayed keen on that bathroom. But maybe I was assuming the wrong thing. Maybe he was taking out his phone, which would be heard since it's all the way at his back.
"Hey," I heard Brie say, as I turned around, but still glanced at the bathroom. "Yeah?" I asked, as I looked at her.
"How do you feel?" she asked with a smile on her face. "After all of this, I wouldn't be surprised if you were exhausted or just on edge."
"I've been through worse," I said. "Much worse." Brie nodded. "Yeah, many of us have."
"How much worse for you?" I asked. "Being on the run by the TSA, and being chased and kidnapped and beaten? There's been worse?"
