"Dickhead." she muttered as she slid in, slamming her door with equal annoyance. She sat in silence as she heard the old clunker begin to sputter to life as he pulled away from the side walk, the car groaning in protest the whole way.<br/><br/>She turned to study the man called Devis. He wasn't bad looking, but his "charming" personality was definitely  a turn off. Not to mention she'd felt chest pain that should have killed her, felt strange sensations, and saw a body. The day was more than a little fucked up, and she had no doubts that unless she was high on some drug, that it was only going to get worse.