She had heard the vehicle approaching long before she saw it, the distance between the tires giving her an idea of its size. And yet, a limo pulled up, the window rolling down and revealing her fellow X-Man in casual chic. Of course. “To your kinda store, or my kinda store?” she said with a smirk.
With a smug grin of her own, she’d responded shortly. “It’s not kind of shopping trip. This is my gift. To you.” She’d popped the door open and slid over to make way for her friend.