<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Madelyn Kovac<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>Madelyn unceremoniously dumped the candy and chocolate off in the back of the truck. She saved a single Kit-Kat bar, unwrapped it, and took a large bite. Nothing like carbs to give one a burst of energy. She saw Michael indicate her in half of a conversation she didn't catch. Her mouth still full of chocolatey goodness, she answered with a garbled<strong>"Stk Fing?"</strong>She noticed Michael and Tristyn standing near the classic car in the garage. She chewed and swallowed and attempted the phrase again.<strong>"Stick thing? As in manual transmission? I know said I was rubbish at it before... but that's by my brothers' standards. I'm not going to be able to drag race, but I can manage if I have to." </strong><br/><br/>She shrugged as she saw that she no longer had a place to sit in the back of the truck. She cast a glance at Tristyn and had the distinct impression that he might not want to trust the vehicle to her.<strong>"Your call. I'll sit where I'm the most useful, even if it's a driver's seat."</strong>Wherever the group decided she should go, she'd make no protest against being on the road again. They'd already lingered longer than they should have.<br/><br/>