We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;

If it meant they could give a chance to those suffering few... it might not do much in the grand scheme of things.. but it could give the hopeless a chance. Rebellions were started on much less. "Then it is worth it." Mira stated with quite a matter of fact, her vivid golden eyes shifting slightly to rest upon her distressed companion. If only to help in that distress of Raven, it would be worth it. If only to give someone another opportunity to fight for freedom. That had to mean something, it had to have value. On that note, the duo slipped within the confines of the Ark, deep within its core where the vehicles were held, protected within this impressive steel chamber. It was impossible not to take in the magnificent sight of Tetradore's impressive fleet as they walked by. The duo bypassed those cars to find Raven's vehicle, parked nestled near the back. After but a slight hesitation, Raven had wanted to make absolutely positive that Mira was on board with this obscure mission. Mira could not help that astonished look emblazoned upon her face, in response to Raven's words. It was a blatant reminder of how little the majority of this pack truly knew about her. If they knew even a sliver of that past, she was sure Raven would not be uttering those words. Yet, Mira could hardly help that certain level of amusement that rose to shine through her golden gaze. Perhaps even a touch of mischief dancing within those irises all the same. Maybe it was best left unknown the misdeeds she had accomplished in order to simply be standing here with her own choice gripped tightly in her hand.

However, that mere utterance that Mira was on board with this quest of theirs had brought a true smile to the other woman's face. Maybe that look alone was worth it. Perhaps, Mira's plans for tonight not only ensured that Raven came home in one piece, it perhaps produced an opportunity for the two women to... bond. How strange a thought. Bonding.. She hardly thought she would remain in one place long enough to forge ties with a pack and yet here she was. It still felt entirely foreign, this level of comradery. Perhaps it was about time she embraced it, foolish mission or no.

Mira slid into the passenger seat, pulling her jean-clad, slender legs into the vehicle before closing that door. In no time at all, the duo had left that familiar ship undetected and off on a makeshift adventure. It didn't take long for Mira to notice just how.... Slow the car was moving. At first, the exotic woman says nothing, choosing to fiddle with the hem on her pants, but after a few more painful moments she could not help but burst. It was a lighthearted tease, one intended to perhaps encourage the woman to drive a little faster. It certainly wouldn't kill anyone to go a little over the speed limit. That need for speed certainly within her blood and perhaps a certain level of impatience with slow driving. Was time not of the essence? Not that there was anything wrong with safe driving..... just as long as it was a little.... Faster. A sigh escaped Mira as Raven replied. "I think... getting pulled over is the least of our concerns, considering the trouble we seeking. Besides... if this is our getaway car, there is a chance we might have to put a little pedal to the floor to get away. But... I suppooose if it makes you feel better... I just thought you maybe had a little wild side.." She baited.. maybe a little bit, but it was all in good fun. Just as long as she kept her promise at letting loose just a bit once out of the city limits. Mira was honestly, slightly curious what a little bit of speed meant to the driver.

Relief seemed to flood Mira's vibrant eyes when they did, in fact, let loose at the city's limit. She could hardly help that slight twitch of a smile along with a sigh of relief. The drive took a while.. how far out was this place? Suddenly Raven's arm reached out, protectively before Mira. Surprise flit across her face when they suddenly slowed considerably. Was the other woman that concerned of her safety? It was a strange feeling, that sensation of someone caring for her well being even though it was a little overkill. " Why did you do that?" Mira asked flabbergasted, still unable to shake that strange feeling that washed over her. Were's were durable creatures, but it was Raven's level of care was.. incredibly sweet. She peered at her curiously before the sight of that massive warehouse came into view.

"Holy shit. This place is huge. There is nothing covert about this. How many captives do you think are in there?" Mira could hardly help that disbelief in her voice as they pulled into the parking lot, parking hopefully inconspicuously away from the other cars. Mira hadn't anticipated the building to be so... big. "Looks like we have company but judging by the cars... not too much. Suddenly Mira felt more alert than before.. as though she wasn't exactly knowing what to expect. Suddenly everything seemed far more real and she adjusted her demeanor accordingly. Raven then questions Mira about her powers, it prompted her gaze to pry away from the building to the other she-wolf.

"Well, I am practically a living volcano... only slightly more control than that. I can turn my body into lava, and control it. I also have complete control over ash which comes in hands on the offensive and defensive.. and my newest skillset. You got a little demonstration of earlier. Apparently on top of being a volcano.. I am also an incinerator. I just focus on an object or whatever I please, and then its pretty much nothing but cinder." She paused slightly, considering her own abilities for a moment.

"I've been practicing a long off the coast, far away from where I can't harm anyone if... my power gets a little.. you know.. a little too heated sometimes when I feel strong emotions, like fear. I've come a long way since then to control it, but like all things I think there is always room for improvement. What about you? I know a few of your powers already just from being around you. Any other tricks up your sleeve other than the usual?"

The women seemed to lack a plan... apparently, they were going to wing it. Which was mildly alarming, but she had been in worse odds. She was sure of it.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS