L'aire got into her truck. The more she thought about it, the more irritated she was she'd kept it for so long. Maybe it was time to break away from the last piece of nostalgia; but it had four wheels and worked. Driving some pristine car wasn't something in her budget and she really didn't want a tuna can. So decidedly, while the Fairest took off her skates exchanging them for her shoes, she'd keep it until something else came up.

Leaning around, the Dancer glanced to see where Will had went off to or if he was on his way back. She started it to let it warm up, which wasn't entirely necessary.

Xander - whenever you're ready we can go from there.