Catrina hit the deck at full force with a great 'ooof'. Her hands stopped her face smacking the ground, somewhat stunned and dazed she released an unstable breath as she took in her surroundings for the first time. She was shocked, and overcome with emotion when she found she was no longer on the ship. A sense of victory came to her as she pushed herself up, she laughed as she kicked the dust and rocks on the tarmac, and eyed the fencing and lampposts. How had this happened? Where the hell is this? One moment she was being sexually harassed the next she was in land, what had Jack said ...'hang on?' She wasn't even panicked by the turn of events, she was relatively alone and safe, obviously rescued.

Just when she was about to set off on her own towards civilization, movement to her left near a fence made her casually glance. Jack was marching in her direction, not necessarily in a belligerent manner, but he looked severe. "Didn't fall to far then?" She heard him call across, closing the space between them. He clasped her forearm as he passed and tugged her to follow. She was filled with disappointment, she was once again a prisoner and she deliberately dragged her feet to the annoyance of her captor. "I get the impression you're not fond of my company." Catrina pulled her arm gently away from Jack, but remained walking at his side.

"-What happened?" Though she had already figured.

"-Saved your ass, and mine. Hopefully he won't assume the worst and think I went against his wishes, but just needed privacy."

Slightly apprehensive. "That's not the reason we're here, is it?"

"Trust me I'm not going to jump you any time soon."

"I've heard you say that before. " She angled herself in front to stall him. "Where are we?" Jack sighed, moving around her, she took the hint that he wasn't going to answer her, and grumbled before reluctantly pursuing him. "So tell me about this ability of jumping from place to place in seconds."

Jack amused by her interest, quirked an eyebrow. "I can't make it a habit you understand. It takes up a lot of energy depending on distance, this was an emergency." He seemed to shut up at this point, but knew that his charge; being human, would ask more questions.

"Who was that guy?" She didn't care if it bothered him she was prying, she had the right to know everything. She smiled when he stopped to look at her dubiously.

"He's like me, we share the same employer." He couldn't believe he was going to explain. "He's more of a freelancer, because he's at the top of his game and his ran out of promotions." He worded everything carefully, he made sure of that.

Catrina though wasn't satisfied, she needed motive, conviction and reassurance that the guy wouldn't return. "What does he want with you, well us?" She hated merging him and her as 'us', she bit her tongue. "Is he your supervisor?" She could tell he didn't like her smugness.

"No, he's not in charge of me." His voice came out slightly aggressive, Catrina was to some extent pleased by this. Finally he's agitated. "He gets bored, he volunteers to meddle in other colleague's affairs, he hates being a 'has-been' and he's envious at how young I was when I began, he's stuck in that nearly middle-aged body of his, when I'm like this." He indicated to his form. "Young, and a legend." Catrina couldn't help but huff. Legend. "Believe it or not sweetheart; I am." Obviously he had picked up her trail of thought.

"Undoubtedly." She mocked. "Can't you just tell him to piss off?"

He let out a single breathy laugh. "I think I kind of did, if you were paying attention. Though he's still very influential, I don't think he just wanted to pop by to warn me, he was being serious and that...if you know him, means he wasn't just merely meddling, he was sent by someone, and I've got to find out who." Jack gestured for her to follow him. Catrina who had been listening intently was dragged out of thought by Jack returning his grasp to her forearm and guiding her along. "It's most likely management, though I don't see why they would care."

They had made it to the pavement, the pregnant pause of their conversation still remained as they moved closer towards civilization, the first bit of civilization Catrina had encountered in weeks and felt almost overwhelming. She bit her lip as they walked by a random man, it was a very forgettable moment in her old life, but she felt completely aware she could touch and talk to any of the people she encountered now, though merely out of urgency. Could she receive any help from these people if she screamed at the top of her lungs?

Jack noticed her change in demeanour and the calculating expression on her face, and with haste changed his hold on her by placing an arm around her shoulders, limiting her movement, and being uncomfortably intimate. His breath touched the hair by her ear. "If you do anything stupid I will eradicate the nearest person." Jack said. Catrina understood.

The people seemed for ever more out of her reach, as a group of pre-teens walked by completely regardless of the hostage situation. The pending doom seemed to make her more scarily eager to seek help, but she once again had to bite her tongue, she felt nervous nausea creep on her.

"So we're just stretching our legs?...Before we go back?" She looked to her right towards the main street while eyeing Jack. He seemed to have composed his face into that of a decent human being and had a crude smile. "Is that a yes?" She then grumbled hoping to coax a response from him. "You know you're really good fun when you pissed at somebody else."

"Am I now?" Catrina hadn't expected an answer to that and immediately regretted putting that thought into his head.

"So talk to me, there was me thinking you were slightly irritated." She felt the rumble in his chest, and she honestly thought he was going to scream 'shut up' in her ear. She earnestly brought him to a halt with a bit of difficulty, trying to get a fully grown man to stop when he had you in a headlock was hard. "Where are we going?"

He sighed heavy heartedly, that's if he had one. "A hotel?"

Catrina snorted initially thinking it was some sick joke, when he glanced to gauge her reaction, he just furrowed his eyebrows. "No." She said incredulously.

"I'm not sleeping on the street like some hobo."

That was a funny mental image that would surely get her through a rainy day. "It's more than you deserve."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Whatever, I'm too tired to argue with you." She pulled a face, wondering if that was why he was holding her so tight, because he didn't have the energy to run after her, or maybe more bluntly he couldn't stand up without support. "Don't even think about it."

"Wow-you're so out of it, that was really slow...it crept into my head like 5 minutes ago...and now you're picking that up from me?" She was triumphant and she didn't miss his wounded look, which didn't come naturally to him. "Don't expect me to pay for these hotel rooms."

A dark chuckle escaped his blue lips, blue? "Rooms?...Don't you want to share?"

She knew that was coming. "How are you paying?" She didn't know why this bothered her, it was probably the fear he was going to kill someone to get a room.

"I have money." He patted his jacket pocket. "I have a gun as well but that's pointless." Catrina eyed him, where was he keeping this gun? I wonder if he has a mobile too?

They awkwardly crossed a road, Jack seemed to stagger and Catrina was forced into this reckless manoeuvre. A hotel loomed in the distance, with seedy red neon lights, not very promising. She had earlier on felt reluctant, but when seeing the plush if not slightly downgraded lounge, and vending machine she felt relieved. Even more so when she saw a row of phone booths.