In that funny lookin' car with the little blinkin’ lights

Tempest took in the information, storing it for later use. You never knew when a face and a name could come in handy, or what connections it could prove later. With his part of the deal complied with the young woman moved to his side, gently pressing her warmer body against his own. She wasn’t really sure what she was going to talk to this man about -- maybe where he’d gotten his scars? Though his sense of hesitation at first in exchange for their trade made her wonder. It seemed relinquishing any sort of information or ‘power’, no matter how slight, was not something he was too keen on either. He might have been a stranger, but they seemed a bit more similar than one might think.

But then when he spoke again it caught her off guard. Tempest let out a soft, breathy sigh. “Yes.” She answered simply. There was a moment of silence between them before she spoke again. “Though I haven’t been around family in quite some time. Surprised you’re even able to pick up on that.” Tempest shifted her gaze back to Elias now, frowning a little. Their similarities… could… no, she was overthinking, wasn’t she?

“Do you know them well then? Perhaps you know one in particular... Storm is her name.” The female still didn’t give her own name. She was treading cautiously, eying him as she spoke. She didn’t want to tell Elias more about her own life… not unless her suspicions were confirmed by his own lips.