Lori sat in the back of the truck, behind Galahad in the drivers cab, her back against the window. It was the most protection she could get from the wind, and provided the most places to grab whenever Setzer hit a pothole. Which was just about every damn second. She grimaced as the truck shook violently again, forcing her to grip the hand railing. "Whose idea was it to let Setzer drive everywhere again?" She wrapped her scarf around her face tighter, huddling into her jacket. It helped take the bite from the wind, but not much. Her bugs were all hidden inside her, safe from the whipping winds. 

They learned early on in the trip to hide inside of her, lest they get left behind in a gusting wind of a truck going faster than they can fly. She chuckled at the slurred banter of Gideon and Setzer. Looked like everyone else was fighting the chill of the wind with liquid warmth. She laid a hand on her right forearm, touching the tattoo through her jacket. Barghest Squad. The craziest motherfuckers in the Citadel. Her family. Soon to be split up and sent across the front lines to fight in a war that thousands perished in every day.

[i]Alright, enough of that.[/i] She chastised herself, giving herself a shake to clear those thoughts away. That was a long ways off, and right now she needed to focus on the moments she had with them now.

She shook her head as a bottle was offered to her, passing on the offer to drink. Someone needed to be sober with Setzer while driving along the road. Besides, there'd be plenty of time to get completely fucked up when they stopped finally driving for the night. She shook again as they hit another bump, grabbing the side of the truck. [i]Perhaps[/i], she thought [i]being too fucked up to feel every single hit of this would better.[/i]

"Yeah if we don't fall apart after hitting every single pothole along the way!" She yelled back to their illustrious driver, grinning. She hoped their stop was only twenty minutes out. Any more particularly big hits, and they'd have to catch Zimmy before she flew out of the back. "Try to miss at least one, eh Setz?" She raised an eyebrow at Zimmy. The girl had been touching that new bracelet every so often, as if to make sure it was still there, since she had gotten it. 

She wouldn't answer any questions about it either, after Lori finally wondered what was so important about a new fashion accessory. She grinned at her friend. "I can offer three shots of some really crappy whiskey, the donovyn coupons, the soothing sounds of nighttime insects and pretty light shows if you so desire. And! I can safely claim to be the best cuddler in this truck."