"It doesn't really matter." Dox lightly said. She didn't care what gender her bodyguard was. Her blush only deepened when Mizo placed his cool hand upon her cheek, and in order to hide it, Dox looked out the window once more: the card in her hands. What would the mansion look like? Dox wondered to herself. Would it have a modern feel to it? Or would it be some thing older? Like the Victorian styled houses that littered the oldest parts of the city. Quietly the girl played with her white curls, her red eyes looking at the lights that passed by. What would tomorrow bring? Fox wondered to herself. Today had been so eventful already, that Dox was curious about the next. The girl was also curious about the band, and she was anxious to get to know them.