@Ethan Starks: Her eyes caught his hand's movement as well as the surprise in his eyes, but her expression displayed no response to either. She could assume there were a number of questions running through his head but none of which she would answer -- yet. Without moving her eyes from his she ignored his jocular comment. "If I had wanted you dead tonight, you'd be dead, Ethan. No need to be so nervous," she said in a hauntingly icy tone, with less than subtle hints of condescension. The comment would have granted a smirk months ago, but her face remained frigid.
"Seems you didn't leave your confidence behind." Ethan smirked and waited a moment, expecting a cocky grin in response but there was none. Only the cold blank stare she'd held for this entire time. He studied her, but could not place a finger on what about her had changed so drastically. "So is this some secret or am I the last one to know your back out in the jungle?"
"Depends, will there be drinks?" Ethan asked, only half serious as he rose up from his seat, his features relaxing a bit. The limousine, a common luxury to two men such as themselves was opened through the high tech computer systems of the later incarnations of cars. The heroes stepped inside and shut the doors behind them before beginnig to speak again. "I kind of want that drink though." Ethan repeated, his mouth salivating at the thought of a taste of some Ciroc.
Ethan ignored the question with a simple grunt before hanging up. Closure's lateness was forced Ethan to continue to listen to the ramblings of an old lady who sat beside him as they awaited their rides. "Just kill me." He whispered as the grandma continued on with her blabber about nothing.