"All set?" She asked, looking to her uncle. He was a portly, stocky fellow with white hair and glasses. She could see why everyone called him Doc. With his vest and rolled up sleeves, easy smile, it was easy to compare him to one of the Snow White dwarves.

"Aye, go-go on lass. The b-b-boys are waitin'." He gave her a hug and she went out the door.

The two men were waiting for her just outside, cigarettes hanging from their fingers. She hadn't expected them to be right there, but was imminently glad she hadn't had to wait. They both flashed her a smile and she shouldered her bag, shy once more. "Thanks. I... I know it's been a...a long day."

"Oh what kind of good catholic men would we be if we let a lass like you walk home alone?" Conner chuckled, flicking a bit of ash to the side.

Her head was down as she shuffled her feet a moment. "We... We should get going." She offered, not knowing how to reply to that.

"Aye lass." Murphy offered, leading the way.

She fell into step with them, taking two to their every one. "So, where you from Lass?" Conner tried, making small talk. All of them were dead tired, perhaps talking might make the walk a bit shorter. Certainly couldn't make it any more awkward.

"Moved around... a lot, actually. Mostly- mostly south of the-the mason- Dixon." She shrugged. "You two from here?" She offered in reply, chancing a glance at them out of the corner of her eye rather than using peripherals as she had been.

"Yeah. Born here. Neighborhood's a stone's throw away." Murphy answered, flicking ash into an alley.

She nodded.

"You work often?" Conner prompted.

She nodded. "When... When Uncle Mick needs me."

"Uncle Mick?"

She smiled. It was a nice, lopsided smile. "Nickname... Kinda stuck." She chuckled. Her eyes scanned the area ahead of them as her mind went to distant memories of brief meetings with her uncle when she was young. Trying to understand his stutter... "He thinks a lot of you two." She said after a few moments. She'd known he had eyes on her. He was too old fashioned to let her get away with being alone. But he'd also been too eager for her to take the apartment when she put her foot down about moving out of his house. Known he wouldn't just let his only niece be out in the world after everything she'd done to get there. No, he'd keep eyes on her.

This community was so close nit. She missed the open sky, the stars, the land. But the people… The easy smiles, the tired shoulders, the… the way they all seemed like family to each other. She could get used to that. Perhaps...

That made them smile. They opened the door for her- both the front and the one to the elevator. "We think a lot of him." Conner answered when they all settled into the elevator.

"I know." And she did. The easy way they all picked n him, the smiles they all had for him. The atmosphere of the bar, the way her uncle talked about them. She could feel the love and respect they all had for each other. Such a nice feeling to be around.

The elevator stopped on their floor and she walked behind them. They passed her door to stop at theirs. Though, they waited as she fumbled for her keys, trying to find the right one. She gave them a nervous smile and a soft spoken thank you and walked through the door.

Jenna closed it just as softly, leaning against it and locking it before she pushed off. She stumbled into the bedroom and flopped on the bed. Not even bothering to try and eat anything.

She stretched on the bed before reaching over to her nightstand to grab lotion, it smelled of honey and vanilla. She loved the smell. It was an overly-used smell. Easily indistinguishable in a crowded room because most women wore vanilla scented products. Such a feminine smell, warm, inviting. Pleasant. She massaged her sore and over abused legs. And her feet.

She'd need to go shopping when she woke up. Food was essential to surviving on her own. Her jaw stretched open in a yawn, listening to the murmur from next door. Indistinguishable mutterings that her tired ears couldn't understand. It was a soothing sound. They were far enough away to not disturb her, and yet close enough that if she needed them, they would be right there. Uncle had vouched for them vehemently, the only reason she'd asked for them to walk her home. Well, Uncle had made sure she'd asked them. Using her fear of the darkness against her.

Jenna woke with the sunlight in her face and the sound of a shower going. She used the toilet and heard cursing when she flushed the toilet. "Oops..." She'd have to apologize for that later. She made some eggs on her hotplate and ate as quickly as she dared, going through her grocery list. What she considered the living room also doubled as her makeshift kitchen. It was nice for a small, illegal apartment. The only thing actually provided was a fridge that she'd had to clean out. But the rent was manageable. She heard the two men next door moving around before the doors shut and they passed her door. A moment later, the elevator was going.

Alone. She sighed, waiting a few moments before she got dressed and walked out as well.

The market was crowded, but easily managed. Though, she had to take a few deep breaths every so often. Convince herself she didn't have to hurry. She had no time constraints. She could take as long as she needed. Grab whatever she wanted. If she wanted to deviate from the list, then she could. She grabbed a bag of chips and put it in the cart just to prove to herself she could. Walked a few feet, only to put it back with a sigh. She grabbed some bread instead.

She took a moment to breathe before she went inside her apartment, despite how heavy all the bags were. Once inside, though, she dropped the bags and set to making things right. It wasn't until she heard the door slam, making her jump with a squeak, that she noticed what time it was. She worked hard, trying to make her new place her home. Her little apartment was smelling nice with stew and she was unpacking books in a shelf she'd put together. She was going to have to buy a lot more shelves, her apartment was severely lacking.

Her mind started working. She really should apologize for this morning. And thank them for last night. It wasn't like she'd made more than enough food. She sighed, scooping a bit into a couple Tupperware containers and took a deep breath before kicking their door lightly, hands full. Conner opened the door, cigarette hanging from his lips. "Can I help you, Lass?"

He'd answered the door shirtless, pants hanging low on his hips. He smelled a bit, of raw meat and cigarettes. But the smile he managed to work around his lips was warm and his eyes held amusement.

She blushed and presented him with the food, feeling rather overwhelmed by the man and flustered at his appearance. Her own rather mussed with tangled hair she hadn't brushed after her market trip, and frumpy clothes as she tried to keep warm. That man, how could he just answer the door like that? Like he didn't effect someone… They said they were good Catholics! Did Catholics answer the door in a state of undress?! And how did he think of her? Oh, she should have just left well enough alone!

He accepted it curiously and she just twirled and went back home before he could open his mouth. He watched her go with a small smirk. "Who was that, Con?" Murphy called.

"Delivery." Conner laughed, turning to show him, shutting the door.