Veronica was left to pause in thought in the SUV, reminded so much, suddenly, of the conversation in his XTerra's backseat the night the back window was shotgunned. His smell, smile, what he'd said. Oh crap, Veronica, don't cling because you've been thrown into a cosmically fucked up situation. You can't go getting attached to him now because regardless of everything else. . .
She shook her head and got out after him, shut the door a little too hard and sighed. "Yeah this is going to require bath salts." And ice cream but she was going to contribute as little to his bill as humanly possible. As she walked with him Veronica kept glancing over, expecting something, anything. Huh. Another sigh as she stepped on to the elevator and looked around. Way different from the Grand's. Felt strange. She looked right at him, smiled, leaning back against a wall. "It's sad that most people think bad music and cramped spaces in these things, I seem to recall having a lot of fun in them."