"Ready?" Aria asked without even throwing any sort of greeting. Chyler looked judgingly at Callaghan's black sports bag, holding a handle of a suitcase on wheels herself. Yet again they were the very definition of 'there are two kinds of people'.
"Did you talk to Courrier...?"
"No, but you did." She shrugged, assuming for Chyler's face she was actually right. "So come on, throw this shit to my trunk and..."
"Your trunk? No way." Toussaint shook her head. "I don't..."
"Then under the backseat of the cabin, whatever suits you, just stop whining and get in." she swirled the keys in her hand, approaching her car and throwing her bag to the back, then waving her hand. "See? It's not that hard. Or you have a problem, because your suitcase weighs three times what you do?"
"Very funny." Chyler rolled her eyes. "I still don't get why aren't we going by plane, bit since we are not, we're taking my car."
