<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br/><br/>Kacy sat up on her elbow, watching Alexander curiously. "This crew is what I have over here, and you're right, most of 'em I wouldn't trust watching my back. But then, watching my back isn't their job. So yea, you watch my back, I'll watch your back. Not saying I won't fuck off if things get bad, but I won't do it in combat. And I'm not gonna pinkie swear on it, but yea, you can trust me. As far as you can trust anyone." She flopped back onto the seat, crossing her hands behind her head. "Now can we please get out of here? Sooner or later, there's gonna be cops swarming the roads, and I'd like to be off them."<br/><br/>She wasn't oblivious to the eyes crawling over her body, but she wasn't discouraging it either. Nothing wrong with giving a guy that much more reason to come back for you if a bullet goes through your leg.