Lisbeth pauses as she turns off the bike, looking up at the building. It's true that she has terrible associations with any system meant for wards of the state, though she knows this is at least not a hospital. No one is restrained or sedated here; she can't say if the place is filled with the malevolent loneliness she associates with these institutions.

She spots Jamie, though, and the knot in her chest eases, letting her properly park and make her way up to the building. "Hey," she says, her accent a little blunter with her nerves. She's taken some care not to look too abnormal today, a white t-shirt and torn jeans with her leather jacket over top, her make-up light and piercings minimal.