Ohmygod. There was a Kia in the parking lot! She was ever so calmly and quietly skating around the lot on an old pair of skates and listening to her iPod, blissfully ignorant to the possible dangers the nexus could have while blowing bubbles. Not that she really cared. She had it in with the higher ups of the place so she was safe as houses.
Houses that were about to collapse from shoddy construction.
But it was okay. She lived in denial like that.
However, she rolled to a stop when she spotted a very familiar cat. The holy grail of cars. The Winchester Impala. The Metallicar. A wicked grin grew on her face. Surely no one would notice if it went missing for a few minutes. Right? The bubble solution bottle went into her utility belt and she pulled out her trusty lock picking toys.