It felt like mere moments, but Eris knew it was longer than that. The Buick slowed to a halt, and Jason pulled away. He got out, giving her a hand which she took, stepping out to see a few people stepping out of the shadows. Her hand went to her pocket, a few cherrybomb-sized smoke bombs rolled into her palm. Jason wasn't the only one who had personal weapons.<br/><br/>Jason welcomed them, clearly knowing who they were, so Eris backed down. She stood there silently when he introduced them as the Gorillaz. She wasn't an avid listener to music, even as a teenager, so she still didn't have any idea who these people were. Jason seemed to trust them anyways. They looked like punks, but appearance wasn't everything, Eris knew that from experience.