Helena cocked her head slightly, her interest piqued. "A jet, huh? You must have some talent for this stuff then. How do you even get the materials for all this stuff? Surely, it's expensive to build professional grade cars designed to be raced, so where'd it all come from?"
Xander slowly sat up, rubbing his forehead gently. "The best sleep I've had for a while and it was on a god damn bed in a warehouse. If this isn't the world's way of screaming at me that I have a problem then what is?" He looked over at Angder as he sat there idly. trying to decide if he should just head home or wait for him to get up.