<div class="floatleft">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/3335904/420full-asdis-ran.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Sasquach<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Wanda Langowski<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Road Trip<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 5:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Warpath<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Dagastino’s Resturant<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Wearing</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRobTgfkRhhPnPsgvcRf50sCdm6s3FAefVfu_3669ScvqZd7YGc)</div></div><hr/><br/>"Should one of us play footsie with the other?" Wanda asked as her eyes lost a bit of their sparkle at the nuance. "What sort of problem are we having?" She asked as she sniffed her snack and looked around unobtrusively. She trusted Jimmy's senses over her own. As Sasquatch she could hear a rabbit moving three or four times the distance of a normal hunter, Jimmy could hear it burrowing the ground over a football field away. So, when he gave the discrete warning, she got ready.<br/><br/>Shame, she thought as she got ready to move. She had been really looking forward to a nice veal dinner. Still, it wasn't like she'd shed a tear if they totaled the place. She was surprised that the folks went subtle, she'd expected a sit down. Someone in spats and polished leather shoes sitting down to ask them to kindly leave and never come back.<br/><br/>"Got a scent to who did it yet?" Wanda asked quietly. "Or do you need to go to the men's room to sweep the room?" She had done enough jobs with Logan to know how folks with sensory talents going.