Tesla's grip would be taunt, like an arrow waiting to be let loose. Even beaten she retained a spark that seemed to struggle finding footing against the relaxed vibes Jerome was giving off. Tesla's world was an aggressive place. You either find your teeth or you lose them. She was used to bluster, to posturing and threats and blood. But Jerome..he was of that world too. Tesla /knew/ that. But...then why wasn't he fitting into her expectations?

"Drive would be best..." Tesla decided, watching the other man cautiously. She wasn't oblivious to the others but it was clearly Jerome who held the lead here. The girl caught her interest. No bruises, no signs of wear that most women of this life carried. It was a good sign. "Lit probably hasn't managed too much with your engine..." Oooh probably should have said something about that sooner.