Was she Lucid today?  It was hard to tell.<br/><br/>She was admittedly involved in a conversation with a masked man happily declaring his love for poultry based transportation, and it seemed like it was making sense.  Bird flesh was obviously a better fuel for a vehicle than whatever …  people used now.  The last time she was a in a vehicle though, had resulted in a rather spectacular explosion.  Not the fun kind either…  she had to find an entirely new wardrobe,  and she smelled like crispy fried scag for days.<br/><br/>It was a good week.<br/><br/>She didn’t even take note of the object that seemed to be plummeting directly towards her.  Yet,  that was how it always went.  The little tingle in her bone cage seemed to let her know just when it was time to get out of the way of an oncoming projectile.<br/><br/>“Do you know what time it is?”  The psycho rambled something about salting the sound.  Which caused her to nod her head ever so slightly and look at her wrist device.<br/>