Tango shook her head, a light breath of air rushing past her lips. She was sighing at him. "Confusing and weird." She muttered, climbing into the driver's seat anyway. "Rei, help him out?" Starting the vehicle, she paused, waiting as the engine stuttered before coming to life. "It's mostly junk food, but the icecream is what I'm worried about." She wasn't kidding. There wasn't a single thing that wasn't junk food in any of the bags, except for a single jug of milk. True to form. Tango hated vegetables, and wasn't too big a fan of healthy things either.
A small 'murp' sounded from somewhere inbetween the front seats and the back seats, and a small calico cat clambered not-so-gracefully up onto the seats, her one eye blinking curiously at Advir. The other was scarred over, but the one that was fine almost matched the color of Tango's eyes.