Jess pulled the files off the dashboard as she swung back into her seat. Ignoring the buckle, she began to flip through the manila classified folders, picking up bits and pieces which seemed important. Rand got in and started the car, and Jess propped her elbow up on the open window. She cringed slightly as the music came on, and made a face jokingly. She nodded, listening to Rand's instruction, then making sure she had her wallet and the correct id while still reading over the files.

She handed the files back to Mason for him and Marcus to skim, then caught Rand's phone and pulled up Damien's contact, giving a small noise to signify she was doing it. Damien was a very rash hunter, good at what he did, but he didn't always think before he made decisions. Jess couldn't make much of a case for making good decisions, but at least she knew not to put their secret in jeopardy. Damien needed to grow up. She was definitely still bitter about it, but she couldn't stand him any more. Like, at all.

She texted him a random address she had made up. It'd keep him busy for a minute or two. She then handed the phone back to Rand, and began to pull her hair back into a, somewhat frizzy, ponytail and sat back, letting the wind from the open window cool her off a bit as she went through possibilities in her head