Jill Valentine sat on a table, stretching and sighing lightly. She was waiting for Chris to get back in the room, feeling uncomfortable, and worried a bit. She still wasn't sure they were perfectly safe there. But of course, that could have just been her nerves. She fixed her uniform a bit, thinking about everything that happened. She knew something had been going on that got the STARS team 'suspended'. Maybe they found out more than they were supposed to.

'Suspended, ha! That was just a nice way of saying "We don't believe you're up to the job, you're fired",' she thought almost grimly. Now they were outlaws, almost. The only thing they were guilty of, was trying to stop Umbrella. A yawn broke her out of her thoughts, her black hair falling in her eyes as she turned her head to see Chris enter the room, rubbing his head a little. "You ok? You look tired..." she stretched again, looking him over a little.

He yawned again and sat down. "I'm alright... just a little sleepy is all..." He rubbed his eyes again. Truth was, he was exhausted, but mostly from worrying. He couldn't let Jill know he was, though. He ran his hands through his hair slightly, letting out a heavy sigh. There was alot on his mind, but he didn't want her to get more worried than she already was.

"You want to take a nap?" She asked, looking at him, sliding off the table. She could tell that something was bothering him, worrying him. She hoped he would be ok, that it wasn't anything big that he was worried about. "I'll keep guard..." she finished as she walked towards him. The two had gotten close, but they had Umbrella to worry about.

"...nah... I'll be ok..." He sighed alittle, looking down. He hadn't heard any word from Claire and was worried sick about her. But he knew that she had no way of contacting him. All of the numbers he gave him were the numbers of STARS members, and his own numbers. He sat down in a chair, closing his eyes.

"..." She looked at him, frowning slightly. something definently was bothering him. She knew him well enough to know when something was on his mind. "Now what's wrong?" she sat down beside him, resting her head on his shoulder a little. She was worried about him. Maybe he was worried about his sister... they picked up and left without saying anything. Though it wasn't like they had a chance to.

"...Claire..." he responded dully, looking at her a little. He knew she was probably safe at the University. She was in college now, and was doing rather well. She was a smart girl, and quite mature. But he was worried that she was deathly worried about him. Jill didn't know it, but their parents had died when Claire was five. He happened to be a few years older than her, and she depended on him fo so long. They were extremely close.

"Your sister? What about her?" She tilted her head. She was right. It was his sister. Chris told her that his sister was in college, and was doing rather well. Unfortunately, every time Claire had come to visit him, she had some thing to do that kept her away from the Station, so she never really met her. But everything she heard, she knew the two were extremely close.

"I'm just worried about her..." He looked to her, then rested his head against hers a little. He couldn't help it. But she was his little sister. And he was overly protective over her sometimes. He remembered when she asked him about the suspension of the STARS team. He dodged the question as best he could, saying that it was nothing, just some political issues. But that was a lie. And he was sure she knew it. Which what made him worry.

"I'm sure she's fine... why would you be worried about her? She doesn't have anything to do with Umbrella or anything... so she should be fine..." Jill tried to cheer him up a little. She closed her eyes, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder a little. She just wanted him to be happy. She just wanted everything to end, so that they all could go back to their lives, and Chris to go back to his sister.

"Still... something dosen't feel right..." he looked to her again. "What if she got worried and came to look for me? What if something bad happened to her while she tried to find me? What if..." his voice trailed at the thought. No. He couldn't let himself think that way. Claire was safe at the University. He had to keep that in mind.

She sighed heavily, kissing him on the cheek lightly. She didn't like seeing him worried like this. And for his sake, she hoped that Claire was alright. Yeah, he probably should have called her before they left, to let her know he was ok... but they didn't have the time. They had to get out of there quickly. "Well... I saw a phone in the back room... why don't you call her..." she told him, hoping to God that Claire was still at the University.

He nodded slightly and got up. A phone... all he had to do was call her. She would pick up and hear the worry in his voice. She'll ask him alot of questions, and he would have to answer her as best as he could without worrying her severely. He went into the back room.

"...?" Jill heard her small computer bleep, pulling it out of her pocket and looked at it. She had put a small motion detector in the front doorway that was hooked up to her small computer, so they wouldn't be snuck up on. She saw that someone entered. 'Umbrella?' She thought, standing up and going into the back room. "Chris... someone's in the building..." She hoped it wasn't Umbrella. She hoped it was Barry coming back.

Chris was almost deathly pale when he looked to her. There had been no answer in Claire's room at the University. Now he was worried even more, half hoping that the person who came inside was Claire. "I'll go check it out..." He took his gun, putting it in his holster and heading out.

"Ok." She stayed there in the back room, her hand on her gun, ready to help him if he needed it. He could see by the look on his face that there was no answer at the University. Which ment that Claire wasn't there, and was probably looking for him.