Jennifer scoffs and rolls her eyes, tugging at the edges of her mask as she looks at herself in the rearview mirror. The fox fits her, in a weird way, and despite the way it feels against her skin, she kind of likes it (though she would have preferred a cat mask instead).

"Don't fuck up," she says, her tone more sarcastic than demanding. She grabs her own rifle, not bothering to check it. She's sure that it's just as it should be.

"Race ya!" and she's out, sparing one last glance towards Heine before she's out of the car, hurrying towards the back door. It's a game to her, but only because she knows she'll always win.