<strong>Tagged:</strong>Aurora, Dane, Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Amsterdam, Hotel<em>Cigüeñal</em>, Raceway Parking Lot<br/><hr/><br/>Joy placed her hood back on her head, hiding the highlights in her hair, just now realizing they were exposed for Aurora, Dane, and the barkeep to see. When the two of them walked past her towards the door, her pulse raced, but when she wasn't noticed, she breathed a sigh of relief. This was just like when she narrowly escaped from a collapsing mine shaft she took after giving Alex direction to race through it, winning the race of course. She turned to watch the two exit out onto the street. At this time, she too pushed herself off the bar stool and followed the two back to the Titan.<br/><br/>As she walked, she could not help but gape her mouth in wonder at how tall this man was and by just the height, the weaker fellows on the street steered clear of him, easily warding would-be predators off of the team handler, who unlike her, chose to dress in the team uniform out in the town. Joy followed the two rather closely, but far enough not to be heard by their ears.<br/><br/>When Aurora and the Dane giant arrived at the parking lot, Joy, thinking that she had got away from being noticed by the two standing a distance from the<em>Titan</em>, leisurely walked past Aurora towards the open garage. She removed her hood, revealing her dark brown hair streaked with purple, and greeted the team handler, "Mornin' Firestone." She stole a glance at the tall man's face, who looked surprised by her appearance, but Joy tried not to stare at the muscles he wielded. Turning back to the access ramp, she witnessed a young boy holding a box. He looked like an ant carrying a weight hundreds of times his own size. "Did the old lady send you?" The boy silently nodded and handed the box to Joy. She immediately opened the box and found that it was filled to the top with nutrient bars, even the ones that Alex took a liking to. In the very center was a box of preserved CLIF bars, Joy's favorite. She smiled at the little boy, who in turned shared her own grin. Taking a bill from her back pocket, she handed the boy the money and bid him farewell. Joy then made her way into the garage, stashing the box off to the side, but making sure to take all the CLIF bars for herself.