"I ... I'm a criminal," she whispered to herself, trying to make sense of it all.
"What? A criminal? What the hell are you talking about?" He stepped past the fake captain's body and grabbed a hold of Lisa. "Pull yourself together, Holmes. There's some kind of bad fucking shit going on around here and we have to get it under control. You got that?" He shook her.
"Yeah," she whimpered, then in a louder voice, she repeated it. "Yeah. I got it."
"Good. Now let's get out of here."
Lisa was finding it harder and harder to focus. She was used to hiding any insecurities behind her professionalism. Wearing this outfit, and all evidence saying she was a criminal had completely destabilized her. But it was not just that. She...felt different. Less assertive with each moment. But a part of her was telling her what she was feeling was normal.
Either way, the site of uniformed police officers was currently what was scaring her. All armed, all wanting to capture her. She gladly followed Bartlett, who seemed to have things more together than she did.
