Jet started to tap the glass Ittiably. Something clearly buggig her though hard to tell what.
In her mind she was assaulted by voices. .' You should have killed him. Like the others.' ' you fled that counttblike a b. Should have killed him' Growling again she glances around nervously. Twitching as the eyes bore into her neck. She winced as the scenes started playing out. Noticablly she would be seen turning up the music on her player kouf enough to be heard if close enough. Yet she would seem to fade into the crowd again. Unnoticed. Unwanted. Unseen.