July 6, 2012 6:09:41 PM EDT
Scylla, feeling utterly useless and helpless, continued to cower below the car seat. The last thing she wanted was to be shot or get glass in her. She sighed, closing her eyes. "I hate cars.." she continued to mutter. Heights were wonderful for her, but cars. No. A theft who is used to blending in, crawling on walls, and being sneaky was not used to cars.