[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9F58z5NN/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Highway to [s]Hell[/s] Grimm 
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily tried not to think too much of the guy who drove off - odds were, he had nothing to do with any of this. She couldn't see danger everywhere she looked - it wasn't healthy to be that paranoid, as much as she felt like she was heading in that direction. People were just people. She didn't know about all of this until recently - not everyone in the world was already in on this scheme. She took a deep breath, before Cecily jumped a bit as her phone buzzed with Keystone's reply: [i][color=00ccff]It can wait. Text is preferred.[/color][/i] She didn't like speaking on the phone, anyways. Texting was easier - she could carefully consider her reply without the promptness expected from a phone call. 

	She took the three things of orange juice, smiling a bit at Roy. A part of her, she had to admit, was tempted to get a huge container and combine them all, that way she would have a lot of some pulp orange juice. And while she did enjoy pulp, she still enjoyed the drink without it and she wasn't about to make Roy go look for a gallon jug or something similar. Cecily then couldn't help but grin slightly, seeing the animal crackers. [color=00ccff]"Keystone texted back, said he's busy at the moment but... If you let me know what exactly to say, I can play messenger pigeon,"[/color] Cecily told Roy, figuring he was better at this stuff than she was. 

	Cecily couldn't help but giggle as he instantly made a mess of the car. [color=00ccff]"From what I know about guys and their cars, he's definitely going to kill you - or worse, confiscate your man card for good."[/color]