<strong>Tagged:</strong>Aurora, Dane<br/><strong>Location: New Amsterdam, Hotel <em>Cigüeñal</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/>Joy tried to look inconspicuous as possible as she listened in to the conversation. She had propped her head on her hand with her elbow as the base on the counter. Using her other hand to direct the straw that her mouth sucked on, Joy directed her ears to the two sitting farther down the bar. Good thing this place was in a quieter part of town. The men playing at the back table didn't make as much as a ruckus like in places where Alex frequented.<br/><br/>The man's name was Dane. No doubt he would be called Big Dane or Great Dane when coupled with his size and strength. And he's going to be driving the truck, Joy continued to jot down notes in her head. That means I'm probably temporarily stepping down as the Titan's driver. That would mean a lot more time studying the track, observing everything, tinkering with her 3-REX and hanging about. Maybe, this time, I'll get a good nice sleep on the road, given that this Dane guy drives well, she said to herself. Joy listened to the ratio of the shifts of drive time. 60/40. Joy continued to talk to herself, for if she spoke out her thoughts, she might give herself away. Of course, if this man is being hired to be the main driver of the Titan, he'll have a longer shift than me. That's alright. I kinda tired of driving the turtle too much.<br/><br/>Once she was done with her tall glass of bland tea, she lifted her index finger to the barkeep, asking for more. One more glass of tea, one more coin to give.