-They really don't have time to argue. Jenn is very tempted to just pick Bina up. She resists the temptation.

"We trade if you need to," she states.

"Fine."

Alright then. Off they go?

Off they go indeed. Elizabeth's fine leading the way.

And Bina is very stubbornly not flagging. Much.

Jenn is keeping a very close eye on Bina. If she sees one stumble, so help her whatever god isn't green and tentacly and time-travelly, she is picking Bina up, consequences be damned.

Bina is being very careful! And also starting on filling Elizabeth in - mostly skipping over the 'I think the botfly grants wishes' because she super doesn't want that getting out.

Eventually she catches up to stuff Jenn hasn't heard yet, like the most recent dream.

Jenn fills in a handful of things from her perspective - mostly to make it clear that all three of them are seeing the time shenanigans in a different way. But mostly just lets Bina explain.

Elizabeth does eventually ask Jenn, "I'm moderately curious how she managed to catch you," during a lull while Bina gets some water.

...Where's a distraction when you need one?

Jenn looks somewhat cagey. "She's surprisingly fast," she says, which does not really answer any questions. "And she cheats."

"I would like an elaboration, I've had less opportunity to actually face her."

"If you must know, she hit me with a trash can. That was pretty successful in putting me off my game. I suppose I should just be thankful she didn't actually kill me."

"Wonder why. No offense, but according to Bina she would have killed James if given the opportunity - which matches with the messages we'd found in the office - and he's less of a threat."

Jenn smiles, and her whole demeanour changes, and suddenly, she almost resembles a college student, and her accent as she switches back to French suggests she's from France rather than Canada "But I'm just a lost tourist, just in town, why on earth would I be a threat?"

"She's bad at reading people then?" Elizabeth will ask, also in French, with an accent strongly implying a different region of France and not, actually, Quebec as she usually does.

Jenn laughs quietly and switches back to English. "I'm not really sure, but certainly not good at reading people who are presenting something different to what she's expecting."

"She hasn't seen me act seriously. I'm not sure she's aware of me as anyone other than a flustered girl with a clipboard. Might make for an edge."

"Perhaps, I think I might've blown my cover by lamping a flashlight at her head and hitting from a distance."

"Might make her more wary in general, too. She doesn't know I have a gun, though, I'm sure of that."

Jenn nods. "Although she is also on the side of the Lovecraftian nightmare responsible for all this, and we don't know what it knows."

"Or how well it can communicate with her."

"Or that," Jenn agrees. "As much as I want to think we have an advantage with the gun, I'm not sure it's safe to make that assumption."

"We quite frankly have no idea what its informational advantage looks like. Is it perfectly precognitive? Is it capable of modeling humans, or is it just doing the equivalent of beating a video game with keysmashing? Does its memory continue across loops?"

"We need more intel."

"Some of the other me's might have left more journals? Or Twelve might've left more of her cryptic notes everywhere. Unfortunately I don't think I'm getting another chance to question Josephine anytime soon..."