"Nope, just airplanes and mules. Never had any luck moving Mike Truk." The elf's muffled laugh and facepalming suggests that Rita, in addition to being less than serious, is making some kind of inside joke. The redhead in fetish gear goes on, "I was not the best at the wheel in our previous group, but I can do well enough if it's needed. Otherwise I tend to leave things to the pilot."<br/><br/>Of course, in real bad times, she also tends to spring for some magical aid.<br/><br/>Outside, the truck is being slowly taken off the hauler, gassed up, and then oops, security gets breached so it fails to get back properly, and somehow the 'lucky hacker' manages to transfer ownership quickly, quietly, and well, that's all that matters in that regard. The truck doesn't look too bad. It smells like a banana bar, but it at least looks like it was cleaned some this decade and the stuff on the outside will come out in a wash. Perhaps two.