( She takes another swig from the water bottle, screws the cap back on, tosses it in her bag, then nods.
And takes off jogging, bags tossed over her shoulder, a woman on a mission.
Mission: Get the Hell Out of the Mall. She recalls where the next node was supposed to be and doesn't allow herself to hesitate in tracking that bad boy down like it owes her personally for the inconvenience of getting lost in a uber-mall. )
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And takes off jogging, bags tossed over her shoulder, a woman on a mission.
Mission: Get the Hell Out of the Mall. She recalls where the next node was supposed to be and doesn't allow herself to hesitate in tracking that bad boy down like it owes her personally for the inconvenience of getting lost in a uber-mall. )