<b>Kacy Anderson</b><br/><br/>Kacy hopped out of the front seat, looking at the other car curiously. "Saw you playing around over there... bomb? Otherwise we'll need to get rid of those bodies some other way." She pulls open the door to the backseat, flopping onto the seat, one leg propped on the doorway. "I don't remember any stops scheduled, but if you got something you need to do let's do it." She lay back, her body settling on the back seat like a lover's on a bed, and she places her boot against the door, pushing off to slide back until her head is against the far door. "If you could shut that door for me, I'd appreciate it" she called out, adding "I just want to lay low until we're well out of the way of pissed off coppers". Laying like this she's invisible to passing cars, apart from a pair of fishnetted knees just poking above the seat. She folds her arms across her chest, watching the roof disinterestedly. This is going to be a fun ride.<br/><br/>She taps her feet restlessly, wondering where they had to go and how long it would take.