[center][color=#4169e1][h3]Jasper Simmons[/h3][i]Quickshot[/i][/color][/center]
[color=lightblue]"Well, I can't really 'fly'... Want me to go with you?"[/color] Light said moving next to Jasper.

[color=#4169e1]"If you need a ride,"[/color] Jasper responded honestly, doing his best not to shift away when Light moved closer to him and gave him a one-armed hug. He definitely wasn't comfortable with the contact, but accepted it politely, not wanting to upset his teammate.

Looking around the room, he mentally picked out those in the team who had powers - [i]everyone[/i], his mind supplied, being little help - and tried to narrows down those who can transport themselves. He wasn't sure how Light's portable holes worked, though he was pretty sure she had to be able to see where she was going to use them, Korand'r could fly, Junior had already taken off, and Tohi was getting ready to run. That left him, Tori, Al, Spectra, and Pascal, as far as who was in the room. And Pascal's partner, though he wasn't sure how that worked. Mentally calculating the space in the compact SUV, he figured they'd all fit - even if someone had to go in the trunk. Maybe Light, seeing as she was more durable than the others on the team.

[color=004b80]"Hey Jasper,"[/color] Tori greeted the archer. [color=004b80]"You offering a ride? I could use one, thanks."[/color]

[color=#4169e1]"Yeah, we'll take the SUV. My bike can't carry more than two people,"[/color] Jasper said with a shrug.

Motioning for his teammates to follow him and hoping that anyone who hadn't spoken up that needed a ride would follow, Jasper led the way down to the garage, a sub-floor of the tower. He cast a longing glance at his motorcycle, the gleaming blue vehicle practically begging him to ride it, but grabbed the keys for the compact SUV instead. It wouldn't be comfortable to drive, given the quiver on his back and the bow that would have to go in his lap, but he'd offered and he was going to keep his word. He slid into the driver's seat, moving it back so he wasn't cramped against the steering wheel, and waited for his teammates to get in and buckle up. His bow leaned against the driver's door, between his legs, and he hoped it wouldn't knock around too much. The SUV was nice, and the last thing he needed was to scratch the window up with his bow.