<strong>Beat (Baltimore)</strong><br/><br/>"Ahh? My first name is Noelle." She said with a smile, looking at Beat as she opend the car door. Getting inside and reaching over to the side, she opened the passenger car door's lock, sighing. "Its an old junk and the central locking doesn't work very well, but it runs." The woman commented on the older car she used. Its battered bodywork still bore the mark of Nissan, but the old model's name had been scraped off if it ever was attached. It was at least a decade, probably two decades old though, an old fashioned, sturdy car. Probably good that it was sturdy, for it was also dented and beat up.<br/><br/>"Alright, just let me know which way to drive." She smiled back at him, following his instructions to get them to the bagel shop then. "You handled yourself very well back there, I knew metahumans would be talented but not all can handle themselves in a fight if one breaks out, though."