Elizabeth sat in the main entrance to the 4400 Center. She had wanted to sit out in the garden as it was the most peaceful, beautiful place she could think of but there was a tour going through that way. She had wanted to be left alone as well, thus her desire to sit in the garden where she could lose herself for a bit, but sitting in the main drag of the Center didn't allow for much of that. A couple of people had stopped to talk to her for a moment, introducing themselves and trying to make her feel welcome.

Elizabeth had put on a happy face and smiled. She was a new, unfamiliar face to many so she knew they thought they were only being polite to stop and make small talk with her although she really wished they would all just stop. She, however, had nodded and spoke with them as if she actually cared for appearance sake. She had hoped to see Shawn again after she got herself settled in at the Center but it seemed he was busy with other things. Not that it mattered much. Jordan had seen to it that whatever Elizabeth could have possibly needed was taken care of and had even seen to a few of those things personally.

He had been the one to give her a key to her little apartment on-site. Jordan seemed quite pleased with himself as he handed her the key and welcomed her 'home'. Elizabeth had shuddered a bit at the word. She had never once considered that the Center would become 'home' but then again, she had never considered her own apartment 'home'. She was starting to think that perhaps this was where she was meant to be all along.

Elizabeth tucked her knees up toward her chest and hugged them tightly as she sat on a bench nearest the front doors. She could clearly see the world outside from her seat which she liked. Considering what she had gone through recently, Elizabeth decided it was appropriate that she was kind of on the outside looking in at the world going by. She took a deep breath and jumped as a hand clutched her shoulder.

She turned around to see Jordan smiling down at her. "I hope you've settled in nicely," he said to her. "If you still need anything ..."

Elizabeth sighed and rolled her eyes. "I don't need anything, Jordan, but if I find that I do, I'll be sure to let someone know. I'm sure they'll happily drop whatever they're doing to get it for me."

"What's the problem?" he asked, concerned at the tone of her voice. "What's bothering you?"

"I know why you wanted me here, Jordan," Elizabeth tartly replied, "and I can sense how elated you are now that you've got me here. It's disgusting."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Elizabeth."

"I'm sure you are."

Jordan started to say something else but realized it would be a mistake. The last thing he wanted to do now was to alienate Elizabeth. Not when he was so close to making her see things his way. He gave her a sad little nod and walked away to leave her with her thoughts. It was the least he could do if he wanted her to believe he only wanted the best for her.

Elizabeth closed her eyes, trying to stop the bitter, angry tears that were forming there. The last thing she wanted to do was draw more attention to herself. It was bad enough that she could feel so many eyes on her now that Jordan Collier had stopped to talk to her. She was becoming the center of attention, something she most certainly didn't want. She opened her eyes, blinking back the tears and clearing her vision.

Elizabeth got up from the bench and started for the door. A rather large man stepped in front of her before she could reach the outside. He stared blankly at her, his gaze steady. Elizabeth sighed and folded her arms across her chest.

"What seems to be the problem here?" she asked. "I can't leave the Center, is that it?"

The man narrowed his gaze at her. "Where do you think you're going?"

Elizabeth sighed again, tossing some of her blonde hair over her shoulder. "I have to go in for my check up at NTAC," she informed him. "Or am I excused from those now that I'm here?"

The man looked confused. He whispered something into the cuff of his shirt sleeve. His hand went up to his ear as he tried to hear what the other person had to say. He nodded and looked down at Elizabeth who was tapping her foot against the floor, a vision of impatience.

"Well?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

"It seems no one's made the necessary reports on your behalf yet, Miss Davenport," he calmly explained.

"What does that mean?"

"You can go," he said, sounding rather tired of dealing with Elizabeth. "After today, however, I'm quite sure you won't need to do this anymore."

Elizabeth nodded, distressed by the news. She had expected no less but it still bothered her. She wanted to know she had someone outside of the 4400 Center to talk to about things. She decided that she would have to set something up once she arrived to talk to whomever it was going to be sent to this week.