It's a bit of a surprise when Green almost bulls past her. Back in the direction she'd come. He's clearly headed for the knot of folks clustered around the sweet rides lined up next to her pitiful truck. A very active, volatile cluster of folks. Including Morgan, and Coco. There's a sense of energy building, and a race is clearly in the works. She glances back at the stage and the dance crowd, her original objective. But whoever had been playing before has been replaced by Eviscerating A Cat With A Circular Saw band. And oh god are they awful. It feels kinda wishy-washy to turn around and head back to her truck now, after just passing everyone by. On the other hand, who wants to have that noise blaring in your ears? The race will probably be more entertaining, at least for the meantime. Hopefully these guys will finish their set list by the time it's done, and there'll be someone worth dancing to on stage next.
Resolved, she turns to follow Green back to the crowd around the cars. He's all doused over with red, and smells sweet. It both clashes with and compliments his cool, crisp Mantle. Did someone spill an energy drink on him? Huh. When they start reaching the little crowd, she parts from the Elemental, making her way around the outskirts of the gathering back to her truck on the far end of it. She grabs a hand rail, places one foot in a step-slot, and easily hoists herself off the ground and onto the side of the truck, swinging one leg over the side and into it's bed. A key slips out of one pocket, and she fits it into a tool locker resting at the cab-end of the bed, popping it open and bending over to reach inside. "Green," She calls again, quieter this time as there is a much smaller space between them, and beckons him a bit closer. "Heads up," she warns him, when he comes into throwing range, and when he looks ready she tosses him a striped beach towel and a bottle of water.