Memory of the van floated in and out, irritatingly refusing to be pinned down for further examination, and she studied it as she walked toward it with Pretty Boy and Grendel, trying to fix it firmly in her memory - when suddenly the two doors slammed open, making her stop short as well as the two beside her, staring at Steiner.<br/><br/>Even something about HIM seemed familiar, and her brow furrowed as she looked him up and down through the exchange. She couldn't think of a single reason for someone in a gasmask clutching an antique gun to feel the least bit familiar, unless he was one of the hobos she'd passed in the street without noticing.<br/><br/>Then he made his demand, and her eyes narrowed, lifting toward him, and then jerking a thumb sidelong at Grendel. "I think I preferred HIS suggestion, actually."<br/><br/>Then she glanced over at Pretty Boy, and arched a brow at him, as if daring him to be surprised. "What? Getting into this van is YOUR problem, not mine, I'd rather just go back upstairs."