"No you... whatever," muttered Joaquin defeatedly. He was fighting a losing battle here. Once he had obtained a nice personal space bubble by scooting over a bit, he crossed his arms and rested them on the table, where he placed his head and watched Cole handle his expensive camera like a small child. "Nice to meet you," he agreed bitterly, his eyes narrow, and then buried his face in his nasty leather jacket.<br/><br/>Loris on the other hand seemed delighted to have Cole join them at the table, and then immediately made room when Kelly made the motions to sit down once she head delivered everyone's drinks. He accepted his orange juice happily, and took a sip before Cole started to speak again. He got some of the nasty cold drink condensation on his hand, so he wiped it on his shirt before he resumed his beverage imbibition.<br/><br/>As Cole spoke, Loris began to look concerned. "I hope you're not hoping that we can provide driving footage. I don't have a car," he admitted. However, that sounded really lame and pathetic because you needed a car to get anywhere in California, so he tried to correct himself. "Well, I mean, I was supposed to. But my boss didn't pay me last week, so I couldn't buy the one in the lot a few blocks down that I've had my eyes on," he chuckled, shrugging in a sort of 'well, what can you do?' manner.<br/><br/>"But it does sound artsy," Joaquin butted in, raising his head from his folded arms. Sudden interest, much? Maybe he was getting bored of being the sourpuss. "It'll need to be a pretty smooth ride in order for you to get any form of 'artsy' shot, though. Otherwise it'll look like crap. Do you have a shock-absorbent tripod or something?" he asked, snorting. Okay, no interest actually, just incredulous at this point. With that said, he reached for his water and took a sip. Bland liquids were his favorite.