Angel: Who wants front and who wants back? -Angel calls as she opens the door to the back before hopping in the middle-
Sorcha and Marcus hop into the back of the pick up truck. Marcus bangs on the side of the truck "we haven't got all day."
Qamdhyn floors it, "OK, warn me if there's any RUCs coming OK?" He says drifting down the rocky, dirt road.
Marcus gives him a thumbs up before Sorcha curls up against him. He watches the surrounding buildings for wild people.
Angel: -She holds up her hands- Just sayin, no need to get upset. -She looks around, before grabbing some CDs off the ground- Here, try the radio.
Qamdhyn sighs again, "sorry, I'm just in a terrible mood," he says shoving the CDs in the disc input. "Maybe music will help," he says sarcastically.
Angel: -She lifts an eyebrow- If you're going to be a sarcastic jerk, I think I'd rather be out there with the sniper dude. -She presses play, before leaning back and laying down-
Qamdhyn groans, "again, my bad." He can't stop thinking about his sword, it was his only family possession left. He continues steering past stuff.
Qamdhyn looks around the place, "we're trying to find resources for our kingdom, perhaps even a cure," he says automatically as if he were robotic.
Sorcha sits up again, "sorry for flipping out." She says not meeting Marcus's eyes. "Hey, look at me," he moves her head gently with his hand, "it's okay and I understand why."