The hot weather did little to the two, as born and raised within the heats of Egypt. Plus, the cold A.C helped for the most part to endure the humid heat. As the siblings exited from the red '60 buick, which they had manged to steal from another was enough to start a confrontation. And, the heated cuss words from inside the buick, had managed to confirm the beginning of an all off war. 

The other driver exited the driver's seat with a angry expression covered his face, marching to face the thief. With her backside rested against the car beside the passenger's side, Eshe stood with her eyes downcast, trying to figure out if she had left anything behind, paying little mind to the ongoing fight until...

" Geb, do not-" 

Before she could utter a word of protest and without so much as a sound. The hot-tempered brute let his fist connected into the other unexpected driver's face. By this time, a young woman had shrieked as Geb and the driver had managed to fall to the ground. People had formed a ring around the two in conflict. Some looking on worryingly, others cheering them on. Still others ignored them and went about their own business.

Geb has always been a angry child, if a bit standoffish individual preferring to fight over interaction. However, do not be fool he is over-protecting to those that matters. The dark Egyptian has a special case of self adoration, thinking of himself as he untouchable person which often gets him in trouble. 

The scathing look she focused on her brother was one she used on him often but this time, Eshe held her sluggish pace as she went to fetch her luggage from the trunk. 

Today, was going to be a long one after all.