There was no resistance in her today as she put her bag on the floor and got in, her feet on either side of it. The car was... holy shit it was nice and she perked up slightly, trying to catch what brand it was. Fuck. Maseratti.

"My dad has a fleet of Fiats," she responded, but that was all she said when she put on the seat belt. After that she was quiet, questions whirling in her head but not brave enough to ask any of them. The family interaction was weird and she couldn't place the reason why it had all her danger hairs on end, either. The caution was lessened now that they were out of the hotel. Not completely gone, but gone enough that she could relax.