Ace laid his head on his crossed arms. "I wasn't freaking out, per say," he mumbled. "I was just...surprised to see the jacka*s." That was a lie, he had been freaking out but only a little. Somewhat of a little. The ginger lifted his head to adjust his askewed sunglasses. He hated hot weather and being in the sun, which was practically to opposite of Lacy. He preferred to be in cold weather, surrounded by snow at night. Like in Moscow or somewhere like it.