<strong>Location:</strong>At his car<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Ready to roll<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Kriss<br/><br/>Steve finally reached the other side of the bus and saw the mess on the ground and summarized what happened from what was left. He didn't see anyone left out, everyone was already in their cars or moving towards them, he just stood there a second, holding the struggling Kriss in his arms. Well he looked at it, he was forcing her to look at it as well, whether it was intentional or he had just forgot he was holding her was hard to tell. He turned off his radio and whispered "shit" under his breath, Kriss might have been the only person to hear it. The tone of his voice was calm and level, but it hinted at something more like something he was planning on just went up in smoke, that he was disappointed in a way, or maybe more in the scene he saw. Which might run against someones normal idea of a raider as someone who is used to this or takes pleasure in this. Whatever she or him didn't have long to linger on the scene as he had to get to his car so the rest could leave.<br/><br/>Steve noticed how much she was wriggling to be free and gave her a shake of sorts, more of a bounce in his arms as he tightened the chain, as his eyes met hers, even with the mask she could feel them. They were cold and distant, but though one couldn't see his face he wasn't in any mood to deal with any shit she was doing and without even using words was trying to intimidate her to stop. Whether it worked or not mattered not, but it would determine where she was sitting in his car. If she continued to struggle he would shove her in the back next to the engine, pushing her as close to it is possible and tightening the chains so she couldn't move away from it, but would be awake if he decided to use it. If she quieted down then she would sit in the other front seat in the car, the choice was hers, and it would be decided in that second, even if she quieted down after seeing the engine and being placed next to it, he would still shove her next to it.<br/><br/>Once in the car Steve would finally remove his mask and lightly rub the scar on his eye before setting the mask on the dash and let out a large and final sigh. If she was sitting in the front she would see his face and the worn, serious, and almost calculating expression on his face, otherwise he wouldn't turn around and she would only see his back. He searched his glove box and pulled out one of the few pieces of surviving music he had managed to find and put it into his player, one of the few secret items he had. Though before he started it he picked up the radio "Steve plus one here, ready to roll" he was speaking in his sane voice, and didn't let any of his inner thoughts echo like he had before. Once he finished radioing in and putting on the act he closed the channel, so he could hear, but no one could hear him, and started playing the music. Which was a classical piece, he needed something to calm him and think to and classical music works wonders.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry about the post, I rushed it a bit to not hold up you guys too long as Saturday is a busy day for me.</div></div>