The Riverrunner chuckles at Tzahala's bravado, but the driver shakes her head as she drives away from the camp and deeper into the greys. Sure, it's the least direct path she could possibly take to get back to the Overpass and home to Little Havana... but after two hours of looping, twisting, and doubling back, the smuggler assure Tzahala that the odds are at least 80% in their favor that they haven't been followed...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Unfortunately, all the back and forth means that the Rover doesn't get back to LH until damn near four in the morning. It's shift-change time; the graveyard shifters are on the streets, getting everything ready for the morning crews, and there's still a few bars pumping salsa music and the scent of tequila into the pre-dawn air. A different view from the one Tzahala's used to; but at the same time, it's still the same district and the same M.O.<br/><br/>"Alright, girl..." Riverrunner leans over and brushes her lips against Tzahala's cheek before opening the passenger's side door from her console. "I'm gonna take the good Doctor to an actual Doc. Jimmy says you're two-thirds paid, and to just tell Tisha what you want for that last little bit..."<br/><br/>With a smirk, the dreadlocked woman gives the runner one last wave before peeling off into the Little Havana night. And maybe it's just Tzahala's imagination, but the girl seems like a kid with a secret as she speeds off down the mostly-empty roads...<br/><br/>Though that might just be because, like the runner, she can see the grey-green skin and bright red bow waiting just inside the runner's apartment building...<br/>