Night's Omen

He found himself instantly torn on what to do.  First, he knew that she needed the time to process the information, but there was also the fact that he didn't know what she'd do once she was away from him.  For all he knew, she could take off and completely disappear on him.  She'd tried it once, so he knew she could cover her tracks well enough that he wouldn't find her without actually putting in a concentrated effort.  He'd do it, but he hoped he wouldn't have to.

"Capri, wait!" he called after her, not trying to keep her from leaving, but just hoping she'd hear him.  "Please, don't disappear."

That was all he wanted.  He just wanted her to stay nearby, even if she wouldn't accept things.  He didn't want to wonder where she was, and what was going on with her. 

She didn't even bother turning back as he called - didn't even stumble, like something she could have done before. Capricia wasn't so good at hiding her emotions, but lately one thing she did have that she had been previously lacking was focus - focus on getting the fuck out of Crimson for right now. She was actually walking pretty fast, but as soon as she rounded the first corner from Connor's line of sight, she just started to run.

She ran all the way to the parking garage, something Dr. Mitchell had asked her kindly not to do (he asked her to pretty much give up all her fun stuff, come to think of it) and hopped into her black Dodge Ram. She needed out of there, and fast.

She knew exactly where she was going, too.