-_-_-_Fleur's Perspective-_-_-
"Let's check this baby out and see if it still works" I commented at the still buggy car at our fore, waiting to be driven off toward the rough sands of the desert.
It seems that its parts are still viable to be used as our mode of transportation. There are no holes nor punctures that could be found and pointed out at the greyish four wheels at each side.
The green automobile didn't match our style nor the way it was designed for this environment. However, it was still a machine that can transport us to our destination, with some spare gas and a little bit of effort to operate the mechanic.
Quinn heads over to its front to check for anything that seems to be wrong or out of place inside the car. Much to her surprise, there was nothing out of the ordinary that needed maintenance to be done for this wagon.
Well, except for the fact that it required us to fill it up with the spare gas cans that are resting on the side.
