She smiles in thanks as he gets the door for her, wanting to analyze it, (was this him being polite? did he want something? was tonight more then an broken cabal's outing?)
A laugh. This was weird. And new. And more weird. Glancing at Campanella from the corner of her eye, she wonders if he'd always been this teasing, and easy to banter with, or if her negligence in her commitment to actually leave had signaled something in the Moros.
(was it that she was here and the others weren't?)
"I think you're underestimating what I'd use my oh so noble Art for." she replies, smirk sharp and eyes bright. "You'd probably be legitimately appalled with what I've done with Life." she tells him, eyes not on the Moros but on the scenery, it's been a long while she's been a passenger. It was weird.
"I do not have a dress." she says, turning to look at Campanella, she had a duffle bag, with her jeans, her tee shirts. One pair of good boots, a green jacket and her favorite leather one. "But I can buy a dress. No biggie." she says, offering up a bold faced lie. Buying a dress, settling down. All the biggie. Big ol big-bigness.
Setting her jaw, she locks her eyes to the streetlights, and not the Moros. Nope. Not looking at Campanella.