Bizarre mission

JT takes the leftover dishes into the kitchen from the spare room. Lunch was long over, but most of the day had been spent by Bree, just being quiet, or talking a little. She wasn't conversing much though, and JT feared a cloud of depression was descending.

On his way back to the room, his eye spots movement outside and he pauses a moment to see an unfamiliar car pulling into the driveway. Immediately on guard, he moves from the window and backs to the hallway before going to the room again and shutting the door, locking it.

He walks to Bree's bed again to sit down, looking at her with as much worry as an hour before, he forces a smile, not wanting to tell her that strangers were here. "How ya doing? Did your food settle with you alright?"

The corner of his eye sees that Hope is here as well, and he wonders how long they will have to stay until they get word from Nevada.

Scott gets out of the Elite car and grabs his bag, waiting for Hope to join him. He takes her free hand with a smile and heads to the dining hall. Opening the door, he doesn't bother knocking, know that in the afternoons, there were people coming and going.

Once inside, he glances around, looking for any familiar faces.

Trent glances up from from the table he'd been sitting at for hours, his eyes tired, his head weary and his hand cramped from writing and throwing away pages. He spies Scott and a little smile appears on his face, ever so faint. He didn't recognize the woman though, but he leaves that to Rosetta, who was nearby. He'd let her welcome visitors.

Alec is silent as Ryan talks, trying to decide if she was really telling the truth or not. Any woman he'd ever dealt with could twist men around their fingers whichever way they wanted. He'd been twisted enough to know that. But Ryan didn't have that evil glint in her eye.

She didn't even know why she was here. It wasn't normal. There was something else about her... something deeper. Whether Alec wanted it to or not, there was a small piece of her that was fascinated. Ryan was different.

Seeing the ball being handed back to him, Alec hesitates. His coolness wanted to snatch it out of her hand harshly. But for some reason, he didn't. Accepting it more gently, his fingers brush hers.

Holding the ball, he twirls it in his fingers, then finally looks back up at Ryan. The cold had turned to something different, almost sly. "Magazine... good deeds... what next?"

Tossing the ball it bounces off the wall again for him to catch in one hand. "You fascinate me, Ryan. Someone who comes without knowing why... being nice to someone who doesn't deserve it... being the only visitor on record, other than an ignorant sister... Tell me - do you often escape the dangers of the raceway to go on bizarre missions?"