Prototype or no, that car she saw was<em>not</em>on her list of happy-moments right now.  Great, was she followed?  Was she<em>going</em>to be followed?  Faking like she forgot something and checking her pockets, she swore in Anglo-Spanish and did an about-face, heading back into the establishment and whistling to get the Johnson's attention as he was leaving.<br/><br/>"Hey, that one of your cars outside?" she asked, tilting her head ever so<em>slightly</em>. "Something feels...<em>off</em>about it..."