[center][h1][color=lightblue]Kalina Kovalic[/color][/h1][/center]

Even Director Veld of all people wanted the princess treated with kid gloves, huh? Fine, Kalina would acquiesce. Not that she gave a damn, but orders were orders. Regardless, once she helped everyone patch the truck up as best they could, Kalina took the wheel once more, giving the engine a few brief revs to test it. Probably wouldn't give out on them anytime soon. [i]Probably[/i]. Chassis was still a going concern, but as Gerard opined, there weren't any better options available at the moment. 

[color=lightblue]"Pile in."[/color] Kalina grunted to the others. Once they'd all done so, she got them back on the road, not going quite as fast as she had been the previous day, but still enough to maintain a decent pace. 

[color=lightblue]"Does it matter?"[/color] She pitched in to the conversation about their chances of making it to Dunbarton without further conflict. [color=lightblue]"We'll handle it. Besides, the closer we get to a city like Dunbarton, the better the chance that airship gets in the range of AA."[/color] 

Kalina glanced up in the rear view mirror to where the princess was sitting, tactlessly barreling forward in the conversation.

[color=lightblue]"So, Princess. Any idea who wants you dead this badly? As I understand it, you're no one important in the line of succession."[/color]