Mishka would give a gentle shrug of her shoulders when Alex asked if all seers were so chaotic. The action seemed unfamiliar to her – as were many other subtle nuisances of being well human. She approached the Scar and the door opened sliding back. She could feel some sense of unsure coursing through her new partner but didn't question it. She never really understood how or why people became unsure. In many ways she herself just didn't feel human. Perhaps it was due to being 'Changed' at such a young age and never actually growing into the stages of humanity the way most would during their younger years. Her personality was in many ways locked in a default robotic way.<br/><br/>She looked back just after asking her questions to see Alex's eyes snap on her like glue and felt a little uncomfortable for the moment until he smiled and said he thought she'd never ask. She gave a brief nod and then climb int the passenger's seat. She would handle navigation's then. Before the passenger's seat was a large monitor and several other fancy gadgets, the vehicle had BASIC ammunitions – mainly salt – gas bullet's and a heavier set of holy water grenades. She started up the screen and went ahead and flicked the switch that would operate the engine's start up burn. The whole vehicle seemed to purr like a kitten as the engines began to warm.<br/><br/>Once Alex was inside she turned crystalline blue eyes on him and fidgeted with her collar. “Sub – Level isn't often very friendly with PAGAN. The citizens that are often in Sub Level tend to only get along with themselves. Second Tier rights and government help...” She shrugged again unnaturally. She meant that the Sub Level was the slums – the people there were thugs. Their 'Rights' were to go on living so long as they didn't fuck with the Middle and Upper Class. It was ironic to many in the department that the PAGAN Agent's favorite hang out was found in the Sub Levels. Jokes were often passed around that the Palace was just the perfect place to go when off duty with your TAINTED partners. She wondered if the other Norman Agent's saw them as objects. She surely felt like possession – only one that had been passed around a little too often.<br/><br/>“Do you need any instruction on the operations of this vehicle?” She would guess he wouldn't with his prior training with the military. Course she could fly it – she was actually a very good pilot. One of her normal skills that her last partner had enjoyed in her. He'd always said it was because she didn't have second guessing in her genes. She also turned to the monitor and started to pull up information on the Re-Animators so she could brief him on the ride over. She was fully aware in many ways he was her handler – but she was also his trainer.<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="345" data-username="@Gunslinger744" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/345/">@Gunslinger744</a>