"Oh..."
Cait took the joint back from Anita; she offered to Vincent a second time, but withdrew after he declined. She took a second hit before snuffing out the end and pocketing it alongside the lighter.
She turned to Cleo and returned a nod of understanding and trust; the Fae-person was more in tune nature than she, as a human felt capable of being.
She looked longingly at the board by her feet as she stood up. It had been a few days since she had ridden it; the wear and tear and weeks without repair had left it both unsafe, and unrepairable if she overdid, which was more than likely since she had been prone to making up for lost time since joining with Vince's crew. A closer look at the town around them told her they'd be lucky to find much more than the diner and maybe a bar around town. She'd have to wait until they came to a larger town or a proper city before she'd get the board back to form.
She shrugged, sighed, and climbed out from the bed of the truck, sliding gently down the side until her feet touched the ground. Jogging a short way, she caught up with Cleo and Anita and followed them to the diner. "I think you gotta go more north to see the corn fields," she said, pitching a response to Anita. "Kansas, Nebraska." Her stomach grumbled. "Yeah. Food first," she agreed, and entered diner where Vincent had already claimed a seat.
Stepping around Cleo, she seated herself in the booth across from Vince. "I imagine," she said, "if he wanted to be alone, he wouldn't be letting three other people ride cross-country in his truck. Just a guess." She gestured for Cleo to join. "Besides, it wouldn't hurt to plan where we're headed to next."