"I'm a credit to my training." The words came automatically, the proper response to such praise was to relegate it back to Marc and if Cam's boss had been around, there would have been a satisfactory smirk on that almost eternally smug face. The face that Cam was coming to hate as much as love. He still had utter faith in Marc, still loved the man - god - still knew that working at the Highway was better than the alternative; he didn't even have a high school diploma, there was nowhere else for him to go.
But would he ever fully forgive Marc for letting Dave die? Something in the pit of his stomach told him no, very, very resoundingly. Something buried in the bottom of his mind asked if he really wanted to be buried under the basement stairs when he died, but Cam, or Marc's power in his mind, wouldn't let him think about that question too hard. He blinked, forcing himself back to the present and to the dangerous... thing sitting next to him in the car. "I can see why you and Marc get along so well." He murmured, allowing himself a slight smirk that he didn't really feel.
Mindless chatter came in over the radio - Wes, that piece of shit doesn't stand a chance! - Bryn, could that tube top get any lower? - Loser buys lunch tomorrow! - There's a pig two streets down but he's driving away from the route. - and Cam reached out to turn it down to the lowest setting so he could attempt to concentrate.
Cam rubbed his hands together to warm them as she withdrew the photograph from the glove compartment. Couldn't she just leave? There was a race to supervise and, after the race, there'd be first aid to concentrate on, wreckage to tow and those were tasks that Cam didn't have to actually think about. He didn't want to think about Sato or what she was.
But the thing was Marc's business ally and Mischa's boss so Cam gave her a tight smile. "I was curious, yes. And while my extracurricular research never strayed into topics such as mythology or religion, I now find myself with more reason to become acquainted with the stories of old." Even at that moment, his mind was working, straining, trying to remember if he'd ever read anything about her species in particular. He hadn't; he was one for mechanical manuals and books on quantum physics, not for material on arcane Japanese mythology.
The radio crackled again, Marc's gleeful voice teasing Matt about how he wasn't allowed to race due to his age and Cam almost turned the radio off. He couldn't concentrate on two immortals.
The tight smile remained, however, and even though all he wanted to do was run far away from bakus and gods, Cam spoke again. "I will certainly research your particular..." He paused, floundering. "Source material. This is all quite new, but I am never one to reject knowledge."