Khalida smiles brightly at him, then thanks the driver quickly and gets out of the limo. She smiles softly at the view and stands by the front of the car. 

Nico nods with a smile. “Yeah anything for a friend of my little sis. Sorry about her, by the way,” he points at Layla with his thumb over his shoulder to where she’s grinding rails and doing ollies and 360 shove-its on the top of ramps. 

Sorcha frowns and sighs, getting worried.