The car lights hurt her red eyes, but she walked through their throbbing beams to skitter over to the passenger side and wrench the door open before slamming it shut. "Drive, just drive. Okay." Gillian sat on her hands to keep them still, her teeth chattered and her head whipped around to make sure the dark was staying put. "Okay now you are scaring me. What happened? Did someone try to rape you, rob you? And why are you are work at this hour? You don't exactly work on Madison avenue." Liz twisted the steering wheel hard, making the tires screech, but it got them in line with the exit drive. "Do we want police to find us or not?" Her foot paused over the brakes. "No, no police. I didn't do anything wrong though." Gillian nervously got her seat belt on. She stared at the rise and fall of her chest. Liz looked at her out of the corner of her eye then turned away to get them onto the closest thing to a major road that went to and from the docks. "You didn't answer me." 'I'm ... okay. No one hurt me." Patryk had touched her, but she sure as heck wasn't going to explain that to Liz.
