Cam almost inhaled the joint he was toking on harshly to calm the ever-present cravings for cocaine as Sato slid into the car. He managed to keep that from happening, however, and merely coughed, a cloud of smoke escaping from his mouth as he hurried to stub out the joint in the cupholder between them. He rolled down the window to let the smoke escape before glancing over at her and rubbing his hands together to warm them; the open window brought in a rush of cold air and Marc didn't want them to idle, having cited environmental concerns.
Marc was a plant, after all, Cam thought to himself, and sniffed deeply, aching for something he could never have.
"Sato-san." He remembered how calm Dave used to be in the face of unknown circumstances and drew on those memories in order to make his voice sound calm and even as he inclined his head in respect for the... well, Marc hadn't told him what she was and Cam had decided that he didn't want to know. "It is an honour, of course, to be in your presence without having suffered broken bones."
Across the street, Johnny - normally Tommy's bodyguard but now assigned to Cam for the night - looked up from his post in a similar car. The radio in Cam's car crackled and a gruff voice was heard- like Wes' and yet, a tad softer with something that betrayed a somewhat gentle nature despite the man's position.
"Bossman? We might have a situation down here."
Cam's eyes, still warily focused on Sato, went decidedly unfocused for a moment and he squirmed in his seat, still unused to the feeling of his boss probing around in his mind. A moment later, clarity was regained and a slow, stoned, deceptively casual drawl was heard over the radio.
"At ease, Johnny-boy. 'Sup, Cam?"
Cam sighed lightly, the back of his hand coming up to rub at his nose anxiously before he reached out to the radio. "All clear, bossman." There was a murmured affirmative from Marc and Cam focused his attention back on Sato. "My apologies, Sato-san." Cam inclined his head again, just slightly this time. "Races such as these are highly illegal, of course, and we can't be too careful."
Cam's hand went to reach out to the glove compartment, but it was on Sato's side of the car and he didn't want to reach across her, didn't want to be closer to her than he absolutely had to be, so his hand fell uselessly back into his lap. "Your photograph is in the glove compartment, I found it in the back room last night. I apologize for the oversight; it must have slipped out of the folder."