He snorted, but now wasn’t the time for retaliation. [Assuming] that the two of them would exit the lounge and make their way to the Dojo’s front gates, there would be a large, militaristic jeep waiting for them. The window rolled down slightly to reveal Reagan, a young woman with a head of short, shaggy blonde hair, green eyes, and fair skin. “Judging from the weaponry, you guys’er heading to that robo? Need a ride?” Ainsley turned towards Alpha. “You have a way to get there, or?”