The wind normally excited him as he drove on the motorcycle, but even with it being a wonderful day, the bright sun just seemed to irritate him more. The dragon's smoke seemed to linger on him, and he'd never been one to smoke, finding solace instead in the bottom of a bottle. Rolling his eyes, he knew today was just going to be a day he wasn't going to enjoy no matter what happened. Even though she wasn't trying to share it, he could feel her concern about the effects of the bond on her thoughts, and he imagined the amount of alcohol they'd shared last night wasn't help her thoughts stay straight.<i>That makes two of us, </i>he thought, half hoping she'd be listening. The buildings that made up the foundation seemed to loom even more than normal as they drove up, the gates looking uncannily like a prison's bars.<br/><br/>Pulling up to the stop, they were greeted by a sharp chirp from the machine as someone called through the window on the other side. "Welcome, registration please." A glare passed through his very soul as he glanced at the poor sap sitting behind the window. "Who the fuck comes to this building on a bike with a fucking demon riding in the back seat, open the fucking gate." The awkward silence sat for a moment more than he would have preferred as the agent undoubtedly called someone higher up. The gates started sliding open, and Faelan didn't bother waiting for the gates to be finishing screeching along the pavement before he sped through. The faster they got done with this and got to go home the better. At least he could turn down the lights there.<br/><br/>Sam apparently was the one called, as he met them in the parking lot before they'd even managed to find a decent spot to wedge the bike into. He wasn't sure if it was Shula's mood mixing in with his, but he was even less excited to see the paper pusher than normal. "Seems like our lovebirds aren't in a good mood huh?" the man questioned as he walked up, a slight smirk plastered to his face. He stood straight, with his arms folded behind him like some kind of movie spy. "You two don't look like you are the least bit ready for today's tests." Faelan stood off the bike, not waiting for Shula to detach herself. "You keep talking Sam, and you're going to be giving yourself a rim job."