She didn't reveal her name, not exactly trusting him yet. He was the enemy. "That's nice." She took his backpack from him, putting it in the trunk of the car.

He let her,not caring if she gave her name or not.He just wanted to be called by his own. He once in a while stroked that bracelet on his wrist.

She headed towards the closest place to eat. She went inside, making sure that Vexin was following, and sat at one of the tables. Once a waitress got to them, Electa ordered. "Pancakes," she said, gazing down at the menu. "And scrambled eggs and bacon, with a side of hashbrowns. And toast."
"Coffee?" Asked the waitress. She was plump and board looking.
She nodded. "Yeah. And orange juice."
The waitress turned to Vexin. "What can I get for you?"

Vexin was sitting rather up tight. Not seeming comfortable at all. "U-Um,may I just have a glass of milk please?" he said,not really hungry.He'd eaten earlier anyway.

The waitress moved off, and Electa put her menu back in its holder and stretched. Usually, after a kill, she would find the closest all night gym and work out to get the adrenaline down.

Vexin simply hadn't gotten one,and so he stared down at the table and kept stroking that bracelet as if to keep his cool. Around this person,his back tingled with the urge to let his wings out but he refused.He didn't care to much for this gun pointing person anyway.

She wouldn't kill him as long as she thought he could be useful. Soon, their food came out. Well, her food, his milk.

He just thought she wanted to drag him along till she needed a corpse. He so wished that he'd just hidden in his bed sheets this morning and just let himself get "scolded" for not getting the milk for home that day.

He just stayed silent and quietly drank his milk,teal eyes trained on the table.

She took a gulp of dishwater-tasting coffee and gazed out the plate-glass window at the Rocky Mountains. The pancake house was humming with people--laid back looking moms and dads wearing jeans and happy smiles, little kids bouncing in their seats as they scribbled on their Mr. Pancake coloring place mats. She had been to Aspen several times, even before the Invasion. Angels seemed to like it here. Who knew why--maybe it was the fresh mountain air. Electa propped her chin on her hand as she stared out at the snow-covered peaks in the distance. In a strange way, Aspen reminded her of Albuquerque, though Albuquerque was all desert and slanting light; golden stone instead of soaring mountains. It was something about the air--the way you felt so clean and reborn just by smelling it.
Her first solo kill had been in Albuquerque.
Electa's coffee cup slowed on its way to her lips as she remembered. She put it down again without drinking.

Vexin noticed her put it down without drinking,his teal eyes confused as he watched her. "Are you okay?" He said,not to much genuinely worried.He wondered why she seemed a little dazed as she looked out the window. There was a faint seeming glow about the teal of his eyes,blond hair emphasizing it as it hung a little over one eye.