[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Club Afterdark
[b]Skills:[/b] Driving (Cars), Athletics, Perception
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	As she drove, Mali kept tabs on Zoie in her peripheral vision. She seemed really tense at the moment, but no fucking duh. Her house was probably on fire, only someone with deep seated personal issues towards their residence or some kind of insurance scam set-up would be happy to know that the place they sleep is likely in flames. It was kind of amazing how the size of the smoke cloud seemed to grow perpetually larger, as if it could reach the point where the entirety of the sky was consumed by the charcoal colored gas.

	Of course that notion was dispelled when she managed to actually reach the farm and see that the barn was on fire rather than the house (thank goodness). But there were still a lot of unanswered questions and immediate concerns. Like what the fuck were they going to do about this fire. It had long since past the point of being able to be contained by just a couple of people with no firefighting experience, and although [i]right now[/i] it was constrained just to the barn, gust of wind at the wrong time could lead to the situation growing even worse.

	[color=D5FF00]"You've got a house phone, right Zoie? Should probably use it to call 911."[/color] Mali roughly parked the car and undid her seatbelt, not bothering to turn off the car. [color=D5FF00]"I'm going to see if I can find Tinder."[/color] Relic's first guess was the barn, and she really hoped that wasn't the case. But just in case, then it was pertinent to check there first. If he'd gotten trapped in a burning barn, he wouldn't be able to afford the time required to suss out the rest of the farm first. Cursing the fact that she had to go barefoot and had to make the dash in a dress, Mali ran as fast as she could to the barn.

	[color=D5FF00]"MARC,"[/color] she yelled out between cupped hands. She desperately hoped for an answer of some kind. She also looked for a potential way into the barn that would be relatively safe if she actually had to take the plunge. As much as she didn't want the FBI agent to bite it, she wasn't overly keen on running headfirst into fire either.