[Blitzkrieg]

After a long enough day at work in a small garage at the edge of the city, Rene sees fit to get herself something to keep going for the remainder of the day. Working on cars has always been her passion.Unlike the other girls her age, she opted for technical school instead of college, graduating at the top of her class. As such, it's not as though she dislikes having to work so much at her dream job, but it really doesn't taker much to set the femme off.

Earlier in the day, she'd been forced to do the one thing she explicitly refused to on all other occasions, interact with a customer. The guy who usually ran the front desk was out sick, and so she'd filled in between her usual work load. Needless to say, it didn't quite go over smoothly. The man who complained about a ding in his paint that she was positive had been there before shed gotten to fixing his car was simply lucky she restrained herself from breaking his arm with the way he impatiently tapped his fingers in front of her.

Instead of loosing her job, Rene opted for taking an early leave, sticking her boss with the man and heading into town to try and cool down some...literally. Apart from super strength, the mutant possessed the ability to emit heat from her palms. The intensity of this heat varies, but when the young woman gets really worked up, it has a nasty tendency to flare up to scalding temperatures. Unable to touch anything for that short time or risk melting said item or burning said person, it's gotten to be quite the pain.

In the end, she settles for a nice little cafe instead of the liquor store she'd intended on taking a visit to, pulling her restored 1967 Mustang into the parking lot with ease. Dressed casually in a plain gray tank top, black short shorts, and work boots, she thinks nothing of sticking out in this sort of setting. Pixie cut blond hair is surprisingly tame considering the work she'd just been doing, yet it's still all too obvious if one were to take the time to note the oil smudge on her forehead.

Stepping up to the counter, the female gives a light stretch, glancing over the menu and making a slight face. "I don't know what half these are...so can I just get the strongest thing you have to drink?" she questions with a tilt of her head, finally bringing her cool blue gaze down to the man behind the counter.