It wouldn't take very long before Alex found her way to the garage, her trench coat pulled on over her clothing and leaving her with somehow still more of a gothic appearance in the black leather.  Her bag hangs over one shoulder, held by one strap in her hand as she looks about, making mental notes of things.  Not that there was a lot from her to make note of, but it was always worth looking.  She nods to Wagner, quirking a brow, "which vehicles are we taking?"  At his direction, she'll head towards the vehicles and load her bag in the back.