Andre nudged the headphones out of his ears. He sighed, a mix of impassivity and annoyance. He looked at the woman speaking, taking in all the information he could. She didn't look much older than they were but she spoke with a sort of tone that commanded adherence and her car wasn't something that you find so commonly anymore. She may appear young but she was obviously much older.<br/><br/>By saying pulled out, Vivianne must have been forced to take care of them. His ears perked when he heard the other guy sitting next to the emo mutter a caustic response. Internally, Andre agreed with the sarcastic remark and felt a slight twinge of anger. He continued his absorption of the information being given to them, taking a special interest in the weaknesses they had. His mind wandered, what would happen to his family and his education.<i>Damn, how am I gonna get a job? Hmm. Maybe I can apprentice with Vivianne at the morgue. I remember a lot of what I think I need and could probably fill in the gaps under her teaching. Eh, that's a question for later.</i><br/><br/>His eyes shot to Guy when he leaned forward and made an exaggerated thinking pose. Already Andre knew another round of sarcasm was being loaded. "Do we still have to pay taxes?" Andre, despite his preparedness, couldn't help but smirk. Like an aftershock, Andre made a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a sneeze. When the outburst had subsided, he blushed and looked out the window. He breathed and then asked his question shakily, "Ummm...w-what are we actually doing here?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>