Diego Gonzalez
HP: 2->1
CND: Haunted
Form: Solid
Diego makes the movement to comply with his best confused look on his face made even more plausible by absolute control of how it appears.With his rebirth, he could do things that would have taken him years to master such as facial expressions. Now, he just willed them. His voice was also tailored to the ex soldier out partying a bit too hard.
"I don't know what was in those drinks man. You seeing this too? Machine guns, army, cops, and everything. You aren't some spiked drink hallucination right? They were talking about beefed up security, but this can't be real.", stammers out Diego. He lifts his hands off the wheel, turns off the car, and places his hands on the dash as requested with a deer in the headlights look.
"Whatever you are, we are just trying to get back to Vegas. We went out to a crazy party in the desert and some people took our wallets and car keys, I think. After the first few games of beer pong it all got a bit hazy. Some hot chick, like 15 on a scale of one to ten, and army buff looking guy offered to give us their car for ours if we helped them do some repairs on it. You see this thing, its amazing. Its hella better than our 12 year old Corolla. Just driving around town with this thing will get women to look if you know what I mean.", begins Diego. He had to really sell it now and misdirect. If Iona or John were seen, it was game over for being deceptive.
Slowing down his words a little more with a manufactured look of utter disbelief in his face, Diego tries to express the visage of one going through a bad hang over.
"I swear man, we'll get it registered and everything when we get back to town. That chick and army man told us to stay clear of this place, go to Reno or something. Fuck that I say. This is where the party is. They take off some side road heading back here through the desert and tell us not to come back here with no wallets. She was really hot though, so hey it makes for it. What did we do wrong to get stopped? I don't think we were speeding..were we? We just want to get home and sleep this all off, clean out the back of this car, and hit the strip for some action.", rambles Diego starting to sob a little.
To give too much detail that could be verified was folly. Their cover was thinner than air. Diego had no expectation they say just move on. Maybe, just maybe it would cause them to drop their guard for a moment to wipe them out quickly if needed.