[color=39b54a]"Have to ask the granddaughter where we're headed."[/color] Brenner responds, standing up as the bus halts, he inhales slowly smelling the air  [color=39b54a]"Cool, damp, reptilian paradise."[/color] he observes, pulling one of the poorly labelled bottle of alchohol from his bag and tucking it into a jacket pocket. [color=39b54a]"Question is, any wetlands in the area?"[/color] he finishes stepping off the bus and waiting at the doors for Cecelia.