"Yeah. It's a good job, and I'm good at it." She tilts her head back very slightly. "What about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a journalism student. At McGill. Work as a waitress." 

"What do you want to do with that?" They're nearly back now.

"Just. Find stories. Help people? My grandparents worked at the newspaper. My grandmother was always doing investigative stuff. Revealing corrupt bureaucrats and all."

"...I think you'd be good at that. You're stubborn. That's a good trait for that."

"Heh. Thanks. Need to get better at - noticing stuff. I guess. Didn't believe the weird stuff until I got eaten. Thought I was tired."

Jenn is quiet for a moment. "To be fair. With what we knew before we got grabbed by tall, red and crazy, that wasn't a bad hypothesis."

Half-hearted shrug, and a muttered 'ow.'

"Just feel like grandma would've done better."

"...Do you reckon your grandma would've figured out time machines?"

"Those're in the journal? Dunno. She was smart, though. Knew a lot."

"Yeah. There's...a fair amount of stuff missing. Assumes you have access to information in the Moment. But yup. Time machines are apparently a thing."

"Kinda what I'd figured Twelve meant. With devices controlling paradox and all."

"There was other stuff as well. You'll probably want to read it yourself, but... Can you think of any reason you'd want to hide something from yourself?"

"To save someone? Or a lot of someones? If I knew I'd do something stupid with that information, or would act on it wrong, or if me finding it meant like Ira could also find it and it's better for everyone to be in the dark - "

Jenn hums. "You should read the journal," she advises. But by now they're back at their base.

"Right..."

Bina's drifting again.

"Hey. Stay awake just a bit longer. I want to check your ribs, and that'll go quicker with you awake. You can rest after, I promise."

She looks around for a surface to put Bina on.

Elizabeth's able to get them to a low table that hadn't been used too much for barricading, and which has already has assorted items removed by the survey teams.

"Ugh. They don't feel broke."

"They don't always." Beat. "You've broken your ribs before?" Jenn's hand in gently pressing over Bina's ribs.

"Ow. Yeah. Play field hockey."

"I thought ice hockey was the violent one," Jenn says with a teasing smile. "Nothing seems out of place."

"You haven't seen us play." She groans and tries to sit up. "That's good. We don't have time for them to be a problem."

"You should still take it easy...er. No more getting doors dropped on you."

"I wasn't trying to do that, or the pipe thing. Just happened."