"I'm sure we'll likely need the fuel." She grinned and half turned away from him. The dress she was wearing showed off her legs to considerable effect. Hopefully he was looking.

If she had her way right then, they'd run through all those condoms and have to go get more somehow. It'd been far too long, and vibrators only did so much. It was not at all an adequate substitute for him.

She stopped for a second. "... that's Emma Frost's vehicle." Her face grew considerably more serious. "Rachel told me she was seeking help. She must be feeling pretty desperate to call Frost."