<strong>Location:</strong>The Ruins of Gilbert's House<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>Clio knew a lot about help and the way that Fate presented itself.  It'd be awesome if it was as simple as solving cold fusion and giving it to the masses.  That wouldn't make a good story, though.  The masses would reject that things would be so simple.  Part of what made Fate work as it did, at least what Captain Redbeard understood and figured, was that something awesome happened and the problems were solved as a consequence.  Of course, nobody knew for sure.<br/><br/>Hitomi just blinked as Clio mentioned how they'd already caught the panty thief, and didn't know what to say.  "I, um...I'm going to admit that I'm really bad with most mythos that isn't Japanese.  I know a few of the Romans, like the planets, but that's about it."  No disrespect was intended, but she'd never studied the supernatural.  Plenty of people lived reasonably normal lives and barely had any real experiences beyond what one saw on the news.<br/><br/>Seeing the car appear wasn't too much for her, and she followed in, meekly slipping in to take the fifth seat so that everyone else could squeeze just fine.  It helped that she wasn't all that big.