Nadia was glad that Sarah Jane was finally willing to make pleasant conversation. "Yeah, pay me back when you can. I'm not asking for it, but I understand not wanting to owe someone..." She smiled, impressed by the girl's attitude. "So.. What do I do? I'm a musician. I front a band, Manual Automatic. We're not that big yet, but we're getting there. How about you?"<br/><br/>When Alan burst out of the club, the way he spoke and rushed off gave Nadia an icy feeling up her spine. She opened the trunk of her car and threw her purse in, making sure her cell phone was in her pocket. Something was about to go down. She rooted around in the car for some sort of weapon. but there was nothing to be found save for some tools. She grabbed a grease covered Ratchet. It was only about a foot long, but sturdy, not aluminum, this one was solid steel. She moved her guitar to the trunk as well to make room for Sarah Jane to sit down. She met Sarah Jane's eyes with cool determination. "I'm going after him. You can Hop in, but the dog will have to sit on your lap."<br/><br/>Nadia kept her next thought to herself.<em>That dog better not make a mess.</em><br/>