Raine walked with an grace and poise, a style that spoke of a time long gone. Her head held high as she gave a slight nod to those they passed. Of course she expected Samuel to keep up, if he didn't she would tether him like an animal just to make sure he didn't fall behind again. There was no need to look back, no desire to check and see if he had done as commanded. Raine could not only smell him, but hear him, the steps of his feet bare as they were and the pace of his heart as if it sang out to her with need.<br/><br/>Once they arrived outside, she gestured to the car with the man standing outside. John of course was dressed the part, a three piece suit that seemed to not bare a solitary wrinkle, even though he had spent the majority of his day sitting behind a wheel. He'd look Samuel over upon their approach, dark grey eyes seeming to search the mans soul as he opened the door. John was not young by any standards and in fact looked to be older than perhaps Samuel's father. He was however fit, the arm of his jacket seemingly stretched over what appeared to be a muscular form. His hands were rather large and upon his knuckles were etched in ink some distinct marks, not entirely runic in design, but still baring a hint of mystery and allure. His voice would come across as tennor in tone, aged with a lifetime of smoking, a habit that Raine did not approve of. " Take the seat to the far left, the Lady sits on the right." He regarded Samuel.<br/><br/><br/>Raine would wait for the man to slip into the backseat and then slide gracefully in beside him. " My car will be cleaned, John will see to it, so stop your worrying. " She stated as if she could read his mind, however what he had thought remained etched in those eyes of his. "When we get home we will go over some rules, simple and basic, but needed. " She regarded him then studiously. " You determine whether you survive or not based on how well you follow them. " She added.