[Give her a break, she was pulled mid passed out from drug use. She's so not in her right mind right now. Jane winces at the car honk, putting her hand out and yelling to the driver.]

Fuck off!

[Yeah, she's pleasant right now.]

Ginger tea works. Oh. And you apparently know my name for whatever reason, but who are you, again?

[Jane blinks at the offered hand--why is this girl acting so chivalrous? But she can barely see straight, so she takes it to help herself onto the curb.]

Yeah. Siren's Port...you said that already. I'm from New Mexico, actually. Mexico's not far off, though. Just the wrong side of the border.

[She ignores that comment about Yosuke's arm being bigger the day before because what? She can't even think about that right now. Jane walks in to the building, looking around, eyeing the stairwell door with disdain. Smoking cigarettes didn't lend well to climbing flights of stairs. Neither did being in a bit of a heroin-stupor, though it was quickly wearing off.]

Um. No. I think we'd both end up in a heap if you tried to carry me, no offense. I'm fine to walk.

[Jane takes the lead pulling open the staircase door and heading up to the seventh floor. She doesn't know where she's going but that doesn't stop her from staring up the stairs.]

So...do you know how I got here? Assuming this is Canada and not some figment of my imagination. Though I wouldn't be surprised...