[Funkduder]

Michael had little qualm, if any, about watching his former companions attempt to cope with their new obstacles. He turned off the engine, letting the sun seep in to repower the little fuel that was used. From their distance, they wouldn't be spotted very easily by anyone near the APC. It felt awkward to just sit in silence as the crows were fought off. A flash of light appeared in the flock of crows just as he thought up the words to break the tension of the moment.
"So what are your plans for the future?" he asked Rue. "I don't suppose that we're following the only Servant of Sheol who'd ever travel and fight with a Theurgist for a particlar reason."