Jessica drops into Yan Sun's previous seat with a grunt, energy drink in one hand and sandwich in the other. She lets a huff of air out through her nose and examines the sandwich. She places the energy drink back between her knees and leans forward to collect her knife from the glove compartment. After giving it the once over for a few moments, she decides it's probably too dirty for Yan Sun to be happy about. Ever the problem solver,
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plops the sandwich down on her thigh, cracks open her energy drink and pours a bit on the blade, spilling a little in the process. It takes a few passes of dripping energy drink onto the blade and wiping it against her pants before she seems to deem it clean enough for Yan Sun's high standards and uses it to cut the sandwich in half. "Where their farm is? Mmm?" she asks in a mutter, already sounding less than enthused about the
Yan Sun luckily doesn't notice Jessica cutting up the sandwich with the dirty, now energy drink-coated blade, blissfully unaware as she accepts the offered half, taking a bite and furrowing her eyebrows at the question. "Let's see..." she suggests, her eye lighting up as she tries to connect to the truck's navigation system and upload the coordinates from Trace onto their map.
Jessica dusts some of the crumbs off of her pants and onto the floorboard of the truck. It can be Kirill's problem. She turns the knife over in her hand as she gives it a few licks to try and clean up some of the energy drink residue from the blade. With another wipe against her pants, she stows it back in the glove box. Too lazy to open the back window and dig beneath the tarp to put away the food, Jessica stows the sandwich supplies
Jessica on the floorboard for now. They'll be fine for a few hours. She begins un-lumping the blankets that line the seat when her attention turns to the dashboard as Yan Sun activates the truck's navigation system.
The same topographical map as before erupts from the dashboard in a holographic display. Currently a rudimentary view of their current location is displayed, a pulsating red dot representing them. As soon as the coordinates given by Trace are uploaded, the display begins to zoom out and drag hard west on its own, eventually zooming in on a larger, blue pulse. The coordinates. True to Trace's word, it looks to be about a day's trip.
Jessica examines the interface with a sigh. She leans forward, reaching out to poke at the dashboard's interface. "We are going-..." she says and, with one last tap, the map pulls back once more, shooting south west from the coordinates given by Trace, "...here." she taps against another pulsing blue dot on the interface, her finger gliding right through the hologram, gaze fixed on Yan Sun. Trace's farm is definitely out of the way
Jessica and would probably tack a few more hours onto the trip. "Is far west..." she explains, as if Yan Sun couldn't discern as much on her own.
Yan Sun carefully starts to get the truck moving again as the map shuffles around and Jessica brings up their destination as well. She's driving very slowly at the moment, needing time to get back into it and attention split between what's ahead and the map. "It's on the way... sort of. What do you think? Could be nice to spend a night indoors..." she asks with a glance over towards Jessica, trying to get a read on her feelings on the
Jessica doesn't look too thrilled about the idea. Between the fact that it's a bit out of the way and they don't really know these people, it seems like a less-than-ideal situation. At any rate, it seems clear that Yan Sun has her heart set on getting out of the truck for the night. Jessica frowns, studying the map for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "Fine. We will go. You are starting to stink anyway." she teases with a
Jessica glance towards Yan Sun. She gives an exaggerated sniff at the air and makes a disgusted face, aviator glasses slipping down her nose once again. "Maybe they will let for you to take a shower so I do not have to deal with your smell anymore, mmm?"
Yan Sun furrows her eyebrows, briefly considering dismissing the idea in the face of Jessica's obvious lack of enthusiasm, but the mere thought of a hot shower is enough to wipe the thought from her mind, her attention turning back to the road with a nod as she picks up the pace a little. Her eyebrows furrow once more as she realizes what Jessica said. "Have you smelled your breath?" she fires back with a snort.
Jessica cocks an eyebrow as she looks to Yan Sun. "What is wrong with my breath?" she asks, sounding quite offended. She brings a hand up to cup over her nose and mouth and breathes heavily into it a few times before shrugging as if nothing is amiss. As if to prove her point, she lets out a deep breath right into Yan Sun's face. The previous night's heavy drinking is still evident on her breath. "See? Is fine."
Yan Sun grimaces, one hand leaving the wheel to shove Jessica's face away from her as the truck veers a little to the right. "Urk!" she exclaims, nose scrunched up as she shoots Jessica a look before realizing she's turning and correcting her course, a grin crossing her lips as she shoots another look towards the woman next to her.
Jessica gains a grin as her face is shoved away. "What?!" she asks through a snicker. "Is fine, yes?!" she repeats, body leaning lazily to the side from the shove. When she recovers from the shove she leans back in her seat, using one boot to try and kick at the back of her other boot to remove it without having to bend over. "Concentrate on driving!" she complains playfully. "There is a long way to go. We do not want to show up at
Yan Sun rolls her eyes, returning her attention to the road as she takes a bite of her sandwich, a look of focus entering her face as she strains to maintain control of the steering wheel with one hand, too hungry to abandon the half sandwich. Her energy drink remains pinned between her thighs.
Jessica scoots a bit towards the passenger's side door once her boots have been dealt with and begins to carve her corner out. Omni-tool out. Pillow against the passenger's side door. Jacket off. Sunglasses clipped to the her thermal shirt. The stupid hat remains atop her head, however. She takes ahold of her meal, sandwich in one hand and energy drink in the other so they don't go tumbling to the floor as she swings her feet up into
Jessica Yan Sun's lap and lays back against the pillow. "So what musics you are wanting to listen to? Mmm?" she asks as she gets comfortable, taking a bite from her sandwich before placing it back on the thigh of her pants. The energy drink can't be trusted on its own given the bumpy terrain, so back between her legs it goes. Omni-tool on her chest, the interface projects up above her as she lazily pokes at it.
Yan Sun shoots Jessica a slightly suspicious glance, as if finding it hard to believe that she's letting her pick. She hasn't seemed to mind Jessica playing her music during the trip so far, even if it isn't exactly her style. She makes a show of thinking as her eye lights up. "How about..." she says slowly, stalling for time. It's a couple of seconds before a download bar flashes for a brief moment on Jessica's omni-tool interface, and a
Yan Sun moment later music starts to play. It's similar to what she usually listens to while working, mellow electronic music that makes for nice background listening. 'Earthrise by Codex Iridis' the display offers helpfully. Yan shoots Jessica a smug grin as she chews on another bite of sandwich.
Jessica furrows her brow as the download begins and the music starts without her intervention. It takes her a moment to figure out what happened, but when she does she shoots a scowl Yan Sun's way. "Hey! Stay out of my shit, slut!" she says, giving Yan Sun a playful poke in the side with her foot. "Or else I am going to-... Uhh-..." she stammers through a frown, words devolving into mutters, "...hack your things if-... bitch." she
Yan Sun breaks into laughter as Jessica catches on, grinning widely as she shoots her another look. "I'd like to see you try." she teases before shoving the last of the sandwich into her mouth, silencing herself for the moment as she focuses on chewing and driving, bloopy music filling the cab of the truck. She washes the sandwich down with a swig from her energy drink, blinking a bit of lingering sleepiness from her eyes.
Jessica scoffs loudly. "Okay. Maybe I just rip off your arm and beat you to death with it. Mmm? Is better?" she asks, punctuating her threat with another poke from her foot. The bloops grow louder as she drags a finger across her omni-tool's interface and raises the volume. "I have important shit on here." she continues as she lifts her omni-tool up once the interface dissipates. "If you fuck it up I will kill you!" And then, seemingly
Jessica oblivious to the contradiction of it, haphazardly tosses the beat up old omni-tool onto the dashboard. For a moment it looks as if it may slip off but a particularly violent bump causes it to slide against the windshield. The bump also does a good job of reminding Jessica that her stomach isn't very happy with her right now.
Yan Sun snickers to herself in the face of Jessica's threats. "It's not my fault your omni-tool has crap security!" She glances briefly towards the beat-up old device, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "We should get you a new one once we're on Earth!" she suggests with a glance toward the grumpy, hungover woman in the seat next to her, flashing a small smile. "Something with better specs and support for a more up-to-date OS. Plus I could help
Jessica looks skeptical at the suggestion. "Why I am needing a 'more up-to-date Oh Ex'?" she asks, seemingly having misheard. "Mmm? I am thinking mine has enough Oh Exes." she insists. "Probably even more than yours." she humble brags with a dismissive shrug before beginning to work on her sandwich.
Yan Sun gains a slightly puzzled frown at Jessica's... bragging, an amused snort soon slipping out. "Just trust me, could get you something with a nice camera...?" she suggests with a raised eyebrow and another smile tossed her way before she sips the can of energy drink again, the hand holding the can hastily joining her right at the steering wheel to maintain control as they hit a bit of a bumpy patch of terrain, a couple of fingers
Jessica casts a glance back towards the beat up old device on the dashboard. A small frown crosses her lips. Out with the old, in with the new. She's not the most sentimental of people, but she can't help but consider the fact that soon they'll be leaving Aite behind, her entire life small enough to pack away in a few bags. Little more than a few outfits, her work gear, and an omni-tool linking her back to the only home she's ever
known. Eventually that'll all be replaced, too. "Mmm." she hums as she gives those thoughts the middle finger rather than dwelling on them. "My camera sucks. There are many places for buying omni-tools in Hong Kong?"
Yan Sun is about to interject with a compliment about doing good work with the 'sucky camera' but the question that follows catches her attention. She gives a couple of nods once the truck settles down and she's able to put the energy drink back between her legs. "Oh yeah, that definitely won't be a problem." she assures with a snicker. "You can get any of the big brands no problem. I mean, except Serrice." she explains, the last part
added as if it should be obvious. "I'd love to get my hands on one of the new Savant models..." she muses to herself with a quiet sigh.
Jessica certainly isn't in the know on popular omni-tool brands. She merely peers out from beneath her floofy hat, slowly chewing away at her sandwich as she watches Yan Sun ramble. "Fuuuuuuuck." she sighs when she gets down her current bite, taking a second to lick at the breadcrumbs on her lips before continuing, "You are such a fucking nerd."
Yan Sun has already started spouting the specs of the new Savant when Jessica speaks up. She blushes slightly as she realizes she has absolutely no interest in hearing this, of course. She glances down briefly, tugging the tab off her energy drink can and flicking it at Jessica. "Shut up." she mutters grumpily, although a tiny smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as her gaze darts briefly to Jessica before going back to the path ahead. Her
gaze falls down to her hand for a moment, and the glow of the lines that cover her fingers. "I mean... it's not like I'd actually wanna replace this though." she considers, lifting her hand slightly for emphasis before looking back to the windshield. "The, uh... the internal omni-tool is a custom build, actually. I made it myself." she says, an obvious bit of pride entering her voice at that fact. "Well, the design is based on the,
uh... on our company's Prism Silver X, but it's been heavily modified..." Her voice stutters a bit as she's on the verge of saying 'SunTech', feeling more than a little weird about the fact that her name is right there in the company. Of course, what comes out instead doesn't exactly sit well with her either, and her expression remains awkward afterwards.
Jessica tilts away and winces as the tab ineffectually plinks off of the mighty floof of the front of her hat, hungover reflexes not enough for her to get her hand up in time to swat at the tab. She settles back against the pillow, small, amused smile pulling at her lips as she listens to Yan Sun speak. "Mmm. Prism Silver X." she agrees as she repeats the words, her tone making it crystal clear that she both has no idea what that is,
and now finds Yan Sun significantly more nerdy for having said it aloud. Despite the teasing, it's an endearing smile on her face. If she's privy to Yan Sun's discomfort, she doesn't mention it. "Maybe you can make an omni-tool for me, too, when we get to Hong Kong?" she puts out there, probably unaware at the amount of effort that would take. "One that can take more better pictures, yes?" After a moment's consideration, she
seems to think of a few more stipulations. "And good sound for playing musics and watching porn." she explains, those seeming to be the three leading uses of an omni-tool. Pictures. Music. Porn.
Yan Sun 's unease turns to amusement at Jessica's suggestion, and the stipulations that follow, the final addition drawing out a loud snort. "Uh, sure... find me a workshop, a precision industrial fabricator and give me a few months..." she replies none-too-seriously, shooting her a small grin, a little relieved that her awkwardness went unprodded.
Jessica scoffs loudly, "A few months?" she asks incredulously. "I thought you are supposed to be good at this shit, kitty cat?" she taunts.
Yan Sun raises an eyebrow at Jessica's taunts, glancing her way briefly before refocusing on driving, not willing to risk getting too distracted. "Oh, I'm sorry... not up to your standards for custom builds?"
Jessica gives a small shrug of her shoulders as stuffs the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth and begins to work on untangling the blankets that are now lumped up under her. She wrestles with them for a moment, unwilling to put in the effort of lifting her body enough to easily get them out from under her which results in her just tugging at them over and over, but eventually she gets a large enough flap of the blanket free to lay
it over her midsection. It seems to be more in the name of getting comfortable than trying to keep warm. "I have verrry high standards, kitty cat." she says through a grin as she lays back, bringing one hand behind her head as the other fishes beneath the blanket to collect the drink held between her legs.
Yan Sun snickers to herself, eyes remaining on the road. "Yup..." she agrees with a nod. "That's the first thing that would come to mind if I was asked to describe you. 'Jessica, she has really high standards. Classy. Elegant. A real eye for the finer things.'" She looks towards Jessica out of the corner of her eye as a grin flashes across her lips after she finishes her teasing.
Jessica just so happens to be taking a sip of her energy drink as Yan Sun speaks and, given her positioning, accidentally manages to spill some, causing her to shoot up slightly and use her sleeve to wipe at her cheek before any can spill onto her pillow. The most elegant of moves. "And sexy!" she contributes as she sinks back into her previous position. "I am verrrry sexy."
Yan Sun leans forward a little as a bit of laughter slips out. "Very." she agrees, reaching over with her right hand to give Jessica's leg a squeeze before refocusing on the driving.
The drive continues without incident, but as the sun begins to set it begins to become very clear that they won't be reaching the farm until well after dark. It has mostly been more flatlands that they've traversed with the occasional rolling hills. Trees dot the landscape, but snow blankets everything the eye can see, making it difficult to really discern the terrain. After putting away the sandwich supplies properly, Jessica has mostly
drifted in and out of some much-needed post-hangover napping, undeterred by the 'bloops' that fill the truck's cabin. Having lived nearly her entire life in Adrasteia, she's pretty familiar with the region surrounding it and, as such, would give the occasional rundown of local landmarks in between naps back before they made their way too far west. Places like the forest up north. Or the river beyond it that she's visited a few times with her
brother and friends. 'Greyson's Point', a homestead near Adrasteia she was at once many years ago. There's the occasional hint of enthusiasm in her voice that betrays the contempt she usually speaks about this place with, but she doesn't dwell on any of it for too long. The fact of the matter is that- for all of its shortcomings- this is her home. Even if it doesn't want her anymore. It's where she grew up. It's the anchor for nearly every
memory she holds dear. Up until recently, the rest of the galaxy beyond this small stretch of land out in the middle of nowhere may as well have not even existed.
Jessica at the moment is half awake, foot tapping against Yan Sun's leg to the music. It's not until the 'bloops' are interrupted by 'bleeps'- a steady, rhythmic notification from the omni-tool- that Jessica lifts her head from the pillow. She blinks a few times to try and pull herself up from the realm of semi-consciousness as she studies the omni-tool atop the dashboard in confusion before seeming to realize what it is. "Oh shit!" she
Yan Sun has let Jessica rest undisturbed for the most part, her mind drifting during the silent moments. Fortunately driving over the flatlands hasn't required much focus for the most part, so she's been able to keep herself entertained. The occasional interjections by Jessica has drawn out some smiles and follow-up questions, eager to learn more about Aite - and to give Jessica a chance to talk about her home, the melancholy that's settled
in lately thanks to their imminent departure certainly not lost on her. Her hand right hand is Jessica's leg, thumb tapping idly in tune with the music, although the interrupting beeps quickly catch her attention. Her immediate reaction is to light up her cybernetics and check for an extranet connection.
There is a signal, but it's faint. The sun is just starting to disappear over the horizon, leaving the sky a collage of deep reds and oranges.
Jessica reaches out towards the dashboard to try and retrieve her omni-tool but just can't quite reach it. Instead of getting up, she just turns to her side, arm outstretched, to give herself a few more inches. Fingertips barely reaching it, she scoots it closer to the edge until it goes tumbling off. An attempt is made to catch it, but laziness dictates that she's left with a hand full of air and the device just crashes to the floor.
The music grows a little more muffled- as does the interspersed 'bleeps'- as she reaches down, blindly feeling across the floorboard for the device. When she finally finds it, she holds it up in triumph for a moment before setting it onto her chest. With a few taps at the interface, the music dies down, replaced by the low, steady sound of static. Jessica's brows furrow in concentration.
Yan Sun glances over towards Jessica with a questioning raise of her eyebrow. "What is it?" she asks with a glance towards the omni-tool, before looking back to the darkening path ahead, gaze darting briefly to the map to see how far they have left to go.
So long as they keep a steady pace, they should be able to reach the farm in under two hours. But there can't be more than 20 minutes of daylight left. The static flares up briefly before a voice cuts through it. Male. It's a soothing voice even beneath the light layer of static. Calm. "....nd yet the galaxy celebrates." he says. And then silence. White noise. Static-filled seconds pass. And then a breath. "We mustn't allow ourselves to be
misled. Forget not that the Deceiver comes not with fire and brimstone, but with temptation. Temptation to lead us away from that which we know to be true." the voice continues. Even in tone.
Jessica shifts against her pillow, peering through the hologram to Yan Sun. "You see, kitty cat?!" she asks, "What I said to you? Mmm?!"
Yan Sun furrows her eyebrows as she listens to the broadcast, the static and the empty plains basked in twilight combining to creep her out a little. "Wait, that's-... you didn't make it up?" she asks with a hint of unease as she continues to listen, eyes ahead.
Jessica speaks in a stage whisper, as if to not overtake the voice on the radio. "No I didn't make it up!" she scoffs, as if Yan Sun has no reason to level such allegations at her. She's a beacon of honesty, after all! "Now you believe me?!"
The voice continues, his pace slow. In no hurry. "I watched as the Lamb opened the first of seven seals." the voice states, putting a little more body behind his voice, as if reciting written word. "Then, I heard one of the four living creatures say, in a voice like thunder-..." The static picks up, almost drowning the voice on the other side out for but a brief moment but- almost as if aware of the static- the voice increases in volume, words
soaked in the grating sound of white noise as he beckons, "Come!" And, as if his words had parted the interference, everything goes quiet. Still as the dead of night. "I looked." the man continues calmly, "And there before me was a white horse. It's rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest." And once more, silence. No voice. No static. It's almost as if their truck must be in the eye of the
Yan Sun 's frown deepens slightly and she shifts in her seat, continuing to drive. "Oooookay..." she says quietly. "Creepy preacher in the middle of nowhere is real."
The sound of breathing persists for a number of moments. And then, that now-familiar voice. Warm and calm. Crystal clear. "Well, dear listeners, the conqueror has revealed itself. Not as a man, but as a canine who would have us believe that they are our saviors. The rest of the galaxy would place a crown upon one of its three heads, but the wise amongst us know better. Those who follow of the word of God know all too well the tricks of the
Deciever. We will not be fooled." he continues, though there's no anger in his voice. No rage. Perfectly serene. Confident in each syllable of every word he speaks. "We will not be led astray. We will continue to serve our Lord while the Deceiver celebrates its short-sighted victory, for they will have precious little time to enjoy their reign."
Jessica furrows her brow, a low, short snort escaping her as she listens. She scoots up into more of a seated position against the passenger's side door, knees bent and feet planted against Yan Sun's thigh. "So fucking weird..." she mutters.
Yan Sun 's frown remains as she listens more closely, the weird transmission obviously having caught her attention. She's well read enough that the words that follow bring out a confused mumble of "Wait, did he-... he's talking about Cerberus?" as she recalls the previous night's conversation with Trace and Malek.
The voice fades to silence yet again and, after a few moments, Jessica looks as if she believes that might be the end of it. "When he opened the fifth seal-..." the voice continues, its pauses seeming to have little rhyme or reason. "...I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice-..." and, once again, the static picks up, as if
carried on a gust of wind, and his voice thunders as he quotes scripture. "How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?" And, just as quickly as the static came, it disperses like fog. "Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters,
Jessica gives a shrug at Yan Sun's question. "I do not think that even he knows what he is talking about, kitty cat." she snorts. "Sometimes he just goes on, and on, and on, and on and-..." she trails off, concentrating on what insanity the voice has to say tonight.
Yan Sun can't help the shiver that runs down her spine at the intense preaching, the unease lingering in her face, attention split between listening, driving, and trying to make sense of the previous words that seemed to be not scripture but referring to recent news. Maybe it wasn't all that odd for a cult leader to leverage current events, but there was still something about it that unsettled her.
The voice seems to take some comfort in these words, drawing in a deep, hearty breath. "Just as the Lamb spoke to them, I say to you: Remain vigilant for a little longer, my brothers and sisters." The voice falls silent once again and the static begins to mount. They're undoubtedly beginning to reach the limits of whatever infrastructure they're picking up on that has allowed them to hear the broadcast, anyway, so it's probably not much of a
surprise. Still, the calm preacher manages to spout one last line before the pair in the truck lose the signal. Amidst the overpowering static, his voice almost seems to take on a throaty quality. Distorted and mangled by the white noise. "Our time is coming."
Jessica blinks a couple of times, turning her gaze back through the hologram to study Yan Sun. There's a certain satisfaction at seeing the unease on her face. Especially after she doubted Jessica. Still, there's something undeniably off putting about stumbling across the broadcast out in the middle of nowhere at sundown. It's enough to prompt her to give a cursory glance about their surroundings, doing her best to conceal her
intentions. "Old Erik..." she says softly, a certain smugness in her tone as she slides down the door to return to her previous position and shuts off the white noise still filtering through her omni-tool.
Yan Sun shifts uneasily in her seat, glancing out at the long shadows cast by the occasional tree or rock. "Okay, I admit it... creepy." she mutters, adjusting her grip on the wheel and glancing at the map again before looking ahead as if she might spot the farm already.
Unfortunately, they're not really any closer to the farm than they were the last time Yan Sun checked the map and the sun is only getting lower. A particularly heavy gust of wind can be felt against the truck, but there seems to be no signs of life out there. Just snow and trees and a dying light.
Jessica scoots down the seat a bit to bring her head back to the pillow, smile growing as she watches Yan Sun shift in place, smugness over being proven right outweighing her own discomfort. Of course, she's not the sort to silently take her victory in stride. "You see? I say to you that he was real..." she rubs it in as she puts her feet back in Yan Sun's lap.
Yan Sun nods a couple of times. "Guess he is..." she agrees, gaze still wandering the horizon. As Jessica's feet return to her lap her right hand leaves the steering wheel to rest on her leg again. The relatively cooperative terrain and another full day of driving has her feeling fairly confident about continuing with just one hand on the wheel.
Jessica gives her omni-tool interface a few swipes, causing 'bloops' of Yan Sun's music to begin again, albeit at a much lower volume. The cabin dims as the interface fades and Jessica sprawls out a bit more to get comfortable. Well, as comfortable as one can get in a beat up hunk of metal. "A whole group of crazy people live with him in the mountains." she reiterates from the other night. "Sometimes people go out there for trading and
Yan Sun rolls her shoulders as another shiver runs down her spine, driving in silence for a while, her gaze traveling their surroundings more than it used to. She soon decides to turn on the truck headlights to combat the increasing darkness. She lets out a long yawn, a full day of nothing but driving having tired her - she didn't exactly start the day well rested in the first place. "Sooo... creepy killer mountain cult. Creepy killer
cannibal mountain cult?" she corrects as she recalls Jessica's previous description. "Awesome..." she mutters as she drums her fingers against the steering wheel, flashing a less than pleased smile.
Jessica gives a few knowing nods. "Mmm." she agrees. A few more moments of silence pass before she shifts to turn on her side. "I hear that sometimes- especially in winter when it is hard for finding food? Old Erik is looking for people to hunt. When you are allll alone, you will hear Old Erik's messages. This is how you know that he is watching you." she explains non-chalantly.
Jessica glances down at Yan Sun, brow furrowed. "What? I am saying to you the truth!" she insists, trying to pull back on the smile threatening to slip out. She folds her hands under her cheek as she turns her gaze forward again, unable to see over the dashboard while laying down. "He will wait until the sun goes down and you are faaaar from everything." she continues, lowering her voice dramatically, "Where no one can help you. And
then, when you are least expecting it-..." she cuts her own words short by kicking the heel of her foot against the driver's side door a few times in an attempt at getting a rise out of Yan Sun, resulting in a few loud THUDs.
Yan Sun does her best to suppress the flinch that follows Jessica's antics, but it's still noticeable in the way she jumps slightly in her seat and the twitch in the hand on Jessica's other leg. "Not funny!" she repeats in a snarl as her gaze snaps to Jessica, leaving the windshield entirely for the moment.
Jessica bursts into laughter. "Is a little funny, kitty cat." she admits, allowing the smile she was restraining to spread across her lips.