As Steiner prattled on, Gina clung to her gun and kept quiet. It didn't take long to realize that no matter what angle she shifted into, there was simply no way she was going to see the mad creature. Increasingly, the disgraced detective was left with little doubt the he was mad, or perhaps a poet.<br/><br/>No, definitely mad.<br/><br/>"All right then... Steiner, is it? I'm not much of a dancer, and I don't like to play games when I don't know the rules. Time is of the essence-" moreso with every passing second, snowy streets flying by beneath them as Grendel navigated the van through the chilly city toward their destination, "-so teach me fast. What are my big do's and don'ts? What should I avoid doing or saying around these people?"<br/><br/>She rather wished she knew the answer to that question for THESE people as well. Ranging from beautiful Pretty Boy to unabashedly monstrous It, every last one of them was unsettling. Up to and including their leader. She would have expected him dead after what she had seen, and even now he had the nervous twitches of a paranoid junkie. and it was hard not to touch where her neck ached.