A taxi.  Of<span style="font-style: italic">course</span>he'd meant a taxi.  Santi somehow refrained from smaking herself across the face when Sam said that, but not by much.<br/><br/>With few words she threw on her robes again, after a quick wipe-down in the bathroom with a wet cloth to get rid of whatever of Tim's spit and blood that might still be on her.  She could only smile as Sam emptied out the soaps and grabbed the towels and bathrobes; as a street kid that was something she'd gotten into the habit of doing too.  When one of her paying clients rented a room, at least.<br/><br/>There was little to say, though, really.  She merely followed along as Sam had them pile into a magic-powered taxi; she didn't even hear what destination he ordered the driver to head for.  All she knew was that they were headed to yet another unknown place, and that neither Tim nor she seemed very relaxed about it.<br/><br/>Of course, she didn't picture herself being all that relaxed about<span style="font-style: italic">anything</span>around Tim for a while.  Not after all the wierd shit that had happened in that room...<br/><br/>So all she could do was sit and wait for whatever came next... and hope Tim didn't decide to eat her along the way.