[color=#BC6101]“Odd, huh?”[/color] Stride didn’t press the subject, aside from a raised brow that went hidden beneath her goggles. A blast like that hadn’t felt like a signal of worry, but there were other things to do than to spend her time interrogating the guy on what he had felt. Rolling her shoulders, Stride knelt down to help Cienna to her feet, then began to walk in the direction of the apartment’s garage. [color=#BC6101]“No problem, lady. Might take a while with all the traffic n’ shit, but I know the place.”[/color] Her knowledge of the hospital largely consisted of the fact that, after certain missions, she’d often wind up there herself. Regeneration could do a whole lot, but not exactly when your insides had decided to become your outsides. Stride absently placed a hand below her ribs, then retrieved her keyring from her pocket as she kept forward.

Stride’s car had as much personality as the woman herself- a bright red Hummer H3 with worn leather seats, and a radio that was screaming “Heart-Shaped Box” before Stride politely turned the volume down for her guest. A part of her felt that shutting it off entirely would have been the better move, but given the fact that that would make the drive consist of a long, awkward silence, it felt better to just keep it on for background noise at least.

The song had changed several times over before they made it to the hospital, upon which Stride stalled the car and glanced over to her passenger.[color=#BC6101]“A’ight, here we are. Ya...want my number or somethin’ so ya got a ride back? Don’t know if you’re gonna be wantin’ to stay the night here or not.”[/color]

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