Korra gave the detective a reassured smile and waved it off, replying with, "I'm fine. Just a bad dream." Staring back out the window, she chewed on her bottom lip with a frown. All her memories she had suppressed were starting to resurface now that she was headed back to a place she wanted to be far away from. "New Mexico huh? Well we haven't stopped to eat anything since we left, think you should pull over somewhere to eat?" she asked, giving him a small, friendly smile.<br/><br/>Kicking off her shoes, Korra propped her feet up on the dashboard of the truck and quietly tapped on her knees with her fingertips as she thought about the dream. By now, she had so many nightmares about her childhood that she couldn't separate fact from fiction. She believed that it had happened because for many years, if she moved a certain way or was touched in the lower area of her left side, the pain nearly crippled her. Yet, there was some doubt to if it had really happened the way the nightmare described it.<br/><br/>Turning her head to look over at Rico, Korra hesitated before she opened her mouth to speak again. "What did you mean by I'm not the only one who's been accused of something I didn't do?" Korra asked in a tentative way, careful not to intrude on anything he didn't want to share. Looking at him from this angle, she could see defining features of his face. The way his mouth moved, his eyes looked calculating and guarded, whenever his eyebrows furrowed or raised according to how he felt. Shaking her head suddenly and averting her eyes, she mentally scolded herself for trying out the man who was trying to put her in jail.