She snapped quite quickly, “Eyes and words in the front of the van, let me put on my clothes in peace!” she crabbily shut herself into the van’s makeshift bathroom where the click of the lock was quite audible.
In heavy frustration, she quickly donned heavy denim and flannel, quite prepared for the nippy winds, and chill that oh so easily could surprise the group in the fall.
The door opened shortly after, and she glanced in the direction of her new shadow, “Alright, assuming I’m not dreaming, something mucked up happened at that meeting last night, and seeing as…well, I’m back here and I don’t recall parking we’re going to drive there,” she grumbled sliding into the front and sitting down in the driver’s seat.
With a pause she looked over at the Knight with an expression akin to that of someone watching pure distilled stupidity, “Sit in the ducking seat you idiot.”
There was a pause as Pernille mulled the idea over, “Well, since you wish it, I will give you it, after all,” she reached over and grasped her hand, “You did ask quite nicely,” and with that…they were off again, with the same dance and swing that true magic was entitled to bring.
(Alright Ghid, we’re going to pop out where your bloke is, so up to you if we get there now, or we wait for others to get there. Timing is all on you mate!)