Even bloody, bruised and broken, JP's smirk did something to her. Fallon popped another grape to distract herself from feeling so flustered. Once chewed, she retorted, "what a pair we make: unlucky trouble." A bit presumptuous, perhaps, but true nonetheless. If all they ever were was friends, Fallon would still consider them a pair in some regards.

His question swiped the flirty smile from her face and replaced it with a grimace. "No, it's impossible getting details." That her own coworkers didn't trust her with the details was concerning. Was it someone she knew? "Won't be the last time, I'm sure." Her job was still just as dangerous, after all. "I'll hopefully clue in before I'm transported across the globe next time, though."