Kayne grinned. "Glad you like it! Some punks roughed her up a few months back with a tire iron, but the police nabbed em'" He looked sad for a moment, but perked up soon enough.<br/><br/>"Right so, groceries, beartraps, router and er... oh yes! A 9mm if those scorpion are actaully deadly poisonous! And maybe cake, I like cake!" He chirped.<br/><br/>And so, list-ready and engine revved, the duo took of down the streets, down alleyways and over bridges, the hot Miami sun beat down like a oven, and the high speed caused Kayne to giggle like a eejit.<br/><br/>Things were finally looking up.