"Twenty seven." Erinion's voice lazily floated from the back seat. "Twenty seven thousand shinies. Don't you think that is a bit... much?" It was the price of the painting she had hoped to obtain before she was so rudely interrupted by the man killing machine they were to chase around. It's not like money was ever a problem for her, but she didn't like overpaying for things either. [color=DarkGray][i]Well, cutiepie, it's not like you were planning to let him see the light of day anyways.[/i][/color] "Mine." She shrugged. It would be truly outrageous to the artista live after he was done, after all, he just might go create something else she would like and that would cause all sorts of problems - although probably not as many as his premature death would. 

And just when the pout started forming on her face, the music changed, shifting Erinion's focus on happenings in the car. And while Alex' mask fell down for not longer than a second, she couldn't help but grin on the quite obvious hate emanating from him. [color=DarkGray][i]Thread carefully, love.[/i][/color] Nessa seemed quite fine though, beside the sudden mood changes, but after all, Erinion was in no place to judge that of all things. Reaching out, Eri tapped Nessa's shoulder a few times. "Don't trouble yourself, Father will show us the way." 

"And the one that drives should turn right here." She added leaning back to her seat, a soft smile framing her face. Being driven around was something Erinion enjoyed, quite a bit actually. Even though she was bound to this city, she'd indulge the thoughts of driving away to the sunset - thoughts that often caused her freezer to be filled with bodies of the people she'd stumble upon after realizing that dream isn't going to come to life anytime soon. "Just right over there." Eri pointed one of her slim fingers to the side-street, hoping that would give Alex enough info on where to go.