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The thing about writing was that one couldn't always accurately read tone, so the redhead couldn't pinpoint whether this was supposed to egg him on or if it was a dare. At least, he wasn't sure until she got in the car and buckled up. Judging from the notepad, he assumed she couldn't speak, which would make conversation while driving somewhat one-sided and bothersome. At the same time, he wondered how he always managed to get himself into these situations where his car theft seemed to get him a passenger--and female at that. Something Tses definitely wouldn't be happy about. She was right, he really did need to find a guy to hang around with; he was faithful, but in her position, he'd be jealous too. But now wasn't the time to think about that. Time was of the essence, after all.

Throwing the car into gear, he stomped the gas and squealed tires leaving the parking spot. Skillfully, he weaved the jet-black Corvette in and out of traffic, navigating to a nearby road he knew was open--his favorite spot to joyride. AND this baby had a full tank of gas. Perfect.

Once the city turned to an open almost country-like road, Ty slowed the car down to a more comfortable--and legal speed before pulling over a ways off the road. "So, tell me," Ty inquired once he was sure it was safe. "Do you always jump into cars or do I just have a knack for making people want to start trying that?" His smile said that he was half-joking, but he did have to wonder why so many women were trying that these days...

Dark had once again settled over the city, and a certain young Fisher found himself back to his usual routine, wandering the city. Tonight, he found himself in the park; not up to trouble, not trying to get away. Tonight, he was just enjoying life, for the most part. Things were looking up for him; he had Tses, they had their own place, things were coming back together okay with Roach and the Order. Life was pretty good.

He took a breath of fresh air as he walked on the park, the bitter cold not bothering him too much. After all he was bundled up in his leather jacket, and on his head was a beanie he'd picked up from somewhere. He didn't know exactly why...but he loved it. And it kept his head warm. And it looked good on him.

Ahead, he saw a tree; it'd been too long since he climbed one of those bad boys, so he took off jogging towards it, jumping up and grabbing the lowest branch and shimmying up, making his way up the tree. To see a squirrel running down the trunk. "Sweet...squirrel," the ginger thief noted.

Ty was enjoying the roar of the 'Vette's engine way too much. Then, he got an idea. Let's see what kind of person owned this bad boy, hm? Removing his black, studded fingerless glove from his left hand, he put it on the wheel, focusing.

"Oh you dog..." Ty replied with a chuckle. "You know how to live the life, don't you? Speeding...women...money. Some people have all the luck. Then there's you...you speed, taunt cops, and you baby this car more than you do your wife. You don't deserve it," Ty said, lecturing the man even though no one was in sight.

"****!" That is, until he saw the notepad and the girl half-way in the car by now. Such was the downside of his mutation. He read the paper, then blinked, looking at the girl.

"Where the hell did you come from? Don't answer that. I know a bit about the kind of person he is, where his priority is, that he's a very materialistic man, but know him? Not exactly." He looked over her shoulder, hoping the guy wouldn't come back any time soon, hoping this girl hadn't seen the switch. Or if she did, he hoped she was the type of girl who was quicker to hop in for a joyride than to turn him in or try to play hero.

"Yeah," Ty answered, grabbing the broom from the kitchen, and the dustpan, then bringing it to Noel. Then, he knelt down and grabbed the tree, hoisting it so it was upright, and then dragging it into the corner next to the window. The poor thing was a bit dilapidated, flat on the side it was dragged on, needles missing, branches bent...

Smiling, Ty turned the tree so the worst was in the back, unseen. Then he began to straighten out the limbs and salvage what bit of the ugly little cherubs hadn't been broken. Which...may have been five or so.

"Well...Tses, you should rest. You've really outdone yourself today. As for me, I think I'm going to need to make a trip to the store; get some more decorations to pretty this poor dear up, and of course make it less recognizable. Noel, you'd be welcome to come with. Or you can stay here if you two promise to behave yourselves. I don't want to come home and find the apartment leveled," he said, the bit about behaving mostly joking.

PFFFFFT! OJ went everywhere, both spewing out of Ty's mouth and from the carton that hit the floor when Roach spoke. One would think the kid would get used to that, but given the circumstances...well...he didn't know what Roach thought of him right now.

Ty turned to look at his boss his hands suddenly becoming cold, but he realized that was because they were bare. This was one of those ultra-rare occasions where Ty went to sleep with his gloves off. Actually this had to have been the first time since his powers surfaced.

"I couldn't do it," he said, eyes glued on Roach, expecting the worst. "I tried, but in the end I realized I'd probably be feeling even worse if I succeeded. I didn't try to hide; I knew you'd catch up to me eventually. And I kept Jeniffer alive. I mean, I knew nothing good would come from her getting back to you, but if I know you, much worse would have happened if she didn't. Yeah, I failed a job, and it's the only job I don't want to see finished." He paused, sighing. "I know I'm of value to you, but she's of value to me. The only person that does, really. Everyone else...casual friends, or sources of a paycheck."