Relief filled the young Black Cat's chest as she saw Kit's car speeding towards her. She stopped just a foot from her feet and she opened the door to climb in. She turned and Derek was out of sight. She had hoped he would get in the car with them, but maybe he would choose to walk home. He was one to be alone, but she wanted to make sure he was okay. She leaned back in the chair and her roommate turned to smile at her. She smiled back weakly and practically shook her Siren persona off her body. Melody was left shaking in the leather seats. It was more out of adrenaline than fear, but she knew a lot of things could've gone wrong.
If the target had been a fighter, he could've easily fought her off. He could've taken her knife and... She swallowed bile that threatened to come up. She would not embarrass herself by getting sick in the getaway car. She also knew that Kit would have an absolute fit if she made a mess in the car. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, allowing the car's motion to calm her. After taking a few deep breaths, her shaking subsided and so did her nausea. It wasn't a high risk mission, but as someone who wanted to join the police force, she had made herself aware of every possible risk that could come with a mission so she could ready herself to face them. She broke the silence of the car and asked, "Kit," she said, obviously Melody and not Siren, "You up for a drink tonight?" Of course, she didn't mean a drink drink. She hates alcohol and what it does to her body and mind. But she was definitely up to a delicious cup of rich hot chocolate. At the last second she reached out to someone else in her mic. "Ty? You up for some too?"
She wanted to see her friend. They had been so busy preparing, her for the field and him for the tech room, that she hadn't had much time to spend with him. She missed him more than she thought able to express.