Jori sat back, feeling the haze of the warm car until the A/C was activated. She loved the feeling of the sun toasting her fur... but absolutely HATED when heat dried out her throat. She usually feels like garbage the rest of the day when that happens.<br/><br/>She sat back, patiently awaiting for Carlos to end his talk over the phone. After which, she asks, "Are you allowed to tell me who tha' was? Or izit classified? Heh."