We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

If Tetradore had been surprised to see her, it didn't show. The man appeared rather in different to life itself at that current moment as he merely peered up at her from his tousled locks. The emerald green of his eyes piercing as they always did as though they had a way to see right through someone. Mira's teasing didn't garner much of a reaction or banter, as she was met with a shrug and curt reply. Her playful grin had faded, maybe she shouldn't have wandered down here? Were there places she shouldn't go, she did have a knack for sniffing out places where she shouldn't and yet when it came to Tetradore she was intrigued. They have had some interesting moments she couldn't quite put a finger on and yet each time she saw him it was it never happened.

He had responded to her query, admitting he had business elsewhere, an answer and yet not very much at all. She nodded, reading in between the lines. "Sounds like it must be important if you are playing delivery boy." She responded, daring to wander closer to the edge of the ark. She knew all too well she wouldn't get much unless he wished to share it and didn't pry. Judging at those nondescript duffel bags, something big had to be going down and seeing as the pack was off doing their own thing, clearly it wasn't entirely pack business. She merely nodded but her mind was churning with her own deductions. But why was he going alone? If he was going to travel out into the eye of the storm, shouldn't the pack have his back?

Tetradore seemed, intense, fixated on the task at hand, his features unreadable and perhaps even stormy as a hurricane. This man was so very different from each time she had met him, a man of many traits, with his hand close to his chest. He would have made a damn good poker player. She half expected for him to simply just continue what he was doing ignoring her entirely. The last thing Mira expected was an invitation to join him on that impressive vessel. Especially when he was already freeing it from the steel looped hooks that attached to the ark, it's makeshift dock.

She had seen enough fights to last a lifetime, real fights to the death, not just a fight of domination for bragging rights. This city was so very different from her home. She wasn't so easily convinced it was going to be anything special. But the mention of questionable morals, now that made her interest pique, an amused look crossing her features.

"Well if you put it that way, you can call me interested. Someone has to make sure you come home alive." Wasn't that what she said when she joined his pack? There was yet to be an opportunity to prove such a statement, after all she had spent a lot of time in isolation trying to hone those destructive talents that flowed dangerously underneath her skin. It was quite simple, really, all she had to do was keep her cool. Meditation was harder than she could have ever imagined, it made her stir crazy like a feral animal trapped in cage. It was hard for that woman to ever truly relax, much like the volatile lava she possessed. It had left her a little on edge, a little bothered like an itch that couldn't be scratched.

She had no clue what she was agreeing to but the idea of being useful seemed better than wandering around the city or the ark like a useless phantom. "I won't even ask what is in the bags." Her eyed briefly wandered to those bags curiously. Was she dying to know? Absolutely, the curiosity hit her like a ton of bricks the moment she saw them. She was pretty sure she could smell that distinct scent of firepower at least somewhere on that ship, amongst other smells. In which case, it was a risky move asking a woman who could leak lava on a boat full of explosives, perhaps. Not that it really mattered, she was hardly squeamish when it came down to most things.

It wouldn't be all that surprising if Tetradore had a slew of lucrative businesses that may or may not have been legal. As a were, one had to get creative to make a living. Normal mundane jobs amongst the public were just not in the cards for those that were predators. The warm salty breeze reached out once more, sending forth the scent of the sea and gasoline.

He asked her to push the boat off, she nodded once. That was permission enough to board for her. With the preternatural grace, she merely stepped off the cargo ship, landing swiftly and gently onto the very expensive boat. She was almost afraid to scuff the thing with her shoes, it was likely more expensive than the house she grew up in.

She pushed off from the ship not bothering to look back, throwing caution to the wind was her thing after all. With everything she had got through, there wasn't much that could truly scare her. Seeing as the only thing that truly frightened her thought she was dead, she was sitting pretty on that fearless train. Well, she wasn't banking that she was going to lose control of her powers on this ship being surrounded by a vast body of water. She supposed she was safest encircled by the vast body of salt water, should her lava make an unruly appearance she couldn't control.

Mira's golden gaze lands towards him, those eyes glowing softly like something otherworldly. She didn't really know much about boats besides a canoe. She sure hoped he didn't think she knew what all those glowing buttons and fancy nav systems did. There was an urge to see what they did and perhaps see how fast the ship could go. The motor roared to life like an ancient beast awaking from slumber and the smell of gasoline tickled her nostrils. Maybe that moroseness that rained down upon him like a personal raincloud would dissipate with a little help. "So, where to captain?" Mira asked, moving a stray strand of hair that blew in annoyingly in her face. There was a slight grin that tugged at the corners of her lips, her slender form moving toward the apathetic man at the helm of the boat as they drifted further away from the ark. Maybe she should have told him she didn't know shit about boats, besides the wheel is what steered and the lever on the right is what made it go.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS