[B]Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend[/B]

Gratia silently opened the door to the driver's seat, onyx eyes glancing across at Nuit only momentarily as she slid into the vehicle and pulled over the seatbelt, zipping it across her body and snapping it into the buckle with a resounding click. She leaned over to pull the door shut, before removing the set of keys she had acquired from the now unconscious thug loaded into the back. They jangled and rattled, a metallic ring that quietly resounded throughout the car. She didn't say anything. She only pushed them into the ignition, switching it on and bringing the SUV to life with a powerful rumble.

Her pale hands gripped the steering wheel even as boot-clad feet found their way closer to the pedals.

Not a single word emerged from the Mistralese Huntress as she began to drive the car out of the garage and onto the night-time streets of Zephyr City. Every once in a while, she glanced back over at the unconscious figures in the back of the vehicle, but there were no words exchanged on the ride. None. Gratia was simply following a route towards the one she had been, in her guise, tasked to do. She had no plans on actually taking her teammate there. She was simply misleading the scum that had dared hurt her Faunus companion.

The car slowed to a halt. A light had turned red. The roads were empty at such a late hour, but the sounds of the city were still dully audible from within the stolen SUV. It rumbled with power, the engine's noise fading into the background ambience.

"[color=66cd00]Those fucking tears better be ones of relief, Nuit,[/color]" she finally said, impassive gaze turning its sights upon the aforementioned Faunus. "[color=66cd00]I didn't waste my godforsaken time to rescue some shitty Stockholm'd-wimp of a battered wife, did I?[/color]"

Went unsaid was:

[i]You fucking aren't one.[/i]