As Vice was enjoying her coffee, Aidan's voice interjected into her thoughts. "You seem quite happy." Her small smile faded and her eyes shot to him, glaring at him harshly. She took larger, longer drinks of her coffee, trying to finish it somewhat quickly. "We still need to find Bomb," she said, her coffee now almost gone. "Where do you think he could be?" She paused for a moment, eyes narrowing. "I swear to god. If he's already hunting, without us, again.... I'll have his damned head." As her coffee was now finished, she squeezed the cup in her hand, crushing it, a few leftover drops of coffee splashing onto her sleeve from the force.
She turned and walked to the car. When she got to it, she realized that not only was it locked but she didn't have the keys. She hit the door with her open palm and stomped back into the coffee house. She held her hand out angrily toward Aidan. "Give me the damn keys, Princess...." She was not in the mood for anything this morning.