Carra waves after the car, slightly amused. “Well he’s friendly,” she mutters sarcastically. She turns to the other two, her bag slung over her shoulder. She does quick once-overs of a girl, and a guy that is [i]making grapes[/i], looking for strengths and weaknesses, should it be necessary. She tries not to stare at the vines growing, as if summoned out of thin air.