[ Blake has to admit-- she's taken a little off-guard by the whole... bat theming. Like, that's some serious dedication to the bat theme, right down to a cloak that looks like bat wings. Blake is reluctantly impressed.

It's only once the girl manages to get through a few words that it becomes clear she's not intending to attack, so Blake slowly lets her hand drop from the hilt of her sword. Still angled subtly, though, one foot forward, firmly planted, just in case.

The question makes her roll her eyes. She gestures back over her shoulder at the purple and white lumbering rectangle of a campervan she'd found the keys to. Of all the vehicles she could have wound up with, she has no idea why she gets this one, but... it had called to her, sort of. ]

I got this thing. I'm a little jealous of all the people getting cool motorbikes, actually.

[ But at least it'll be useful if she ever needs to store and transport a lot of stuff? Also, she'll stay dry if it rains. That's a bonus.

She wraps an arm about her middle, self-conscious, but aims for a lighter tone. It's more than a little strained, but marginally successful nonetheless. ]

Well, this is officially my first time being in another world, because from the look of that garage, I'm definitely not in Remnant anymore. How about you?