[hr][hr][center][h1][color=crimson][b]Thalia Carmichael[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=dc143c][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

	The truck coming to a sudden stop threw Thalia into survival mode. She didn't really know either of the people she was sharing space with, and the unannounced cessation of movement prompted her hand to begin moving to her knife. She told herself to calm down, reminded her basic instincts of self-preservation that the three of them, plus the crazy bastards in the tank, were headed toward the same purpose. At the very least, they were allies. You don't start off into an unknown, mortal situation by causing harm to your allies. As slowly as it neared her blade, Thalia's hand retreated, hopefully without the notice of he others in the truck. 

	When Thana began talking about the map, she eased back into her normal, only somewhat edgy state of awareness. Her hands curled around the edge of Astrid's shield instead, memories playing about in the back of her brain as she scanned the terrain outside of the truck, playing lookout as Alexander fumbled about with the map some more. Then Thana made the "Brapalorch" comment that, despite Thalia's reluctance to trust these people, made her snort out a laugh before she could stop herself. [color=dc143c]"Brapalorch? Jesus, I've been having mensies for a while now, nevah knew it made a [i]Brapalorch[/i] sound."[/color] She allowed herself another snicker before adding, [color=dc143c]"Roll Tide!"[/color], shaking her head, and getting back to lookout. 

	Something else that surprised her: Alexander wasn't really fumbling about with the map in the back. He began rattling off a series of street names and possible routes that was actually a little impressive in how fast it came back, and all without dipping into electronic resources. Damned shame about a lack of electronics. It was her bread and butter, or used to be. [color=dc143c]"Well, you go, Mugsy... Nice work for a Bama fan."[/color]