She groaned and shook her head, it had been many years since she had been hit with a Tesla. She half grinned and opened her eyes, 'At least it beats being hit by sticks... or rocks... hell, any weaponry.' Shivering slightly, she wrapped her arms around herself and looked out the car window, watching the dead landscape fly by. The driver shifted in the seat in front of her and glared at her through the rear-view mirror. "Good, you're awake." She groaned again and set her head back against the headrest. "Morning to you too, fun size." Artie growled and pumped the breaks, "I told you to never call me that." She snorted and looked back out the window. "South Dakota." she sighed, "Didn't think I'd see this place again so soon." Artie chuckled lightly, "I certainly hate to disappoint you."

The other agent, Pete if she remembered right, glanced at Artie and then turned enough to get a better look at her. She wasn't all that old – or at least, she didn't look as old as Artie claimed she was – with thick blonde hair that was currently up in a ponytail. Her eyes were a rich cobalt blue, that seemed to be lit with some other source than life, and her complexion smooth. Her lips were curled up slightly at the corners as she watched the view, and her build more that of a model with long legs and toned arms. Under normal circumstances he would have thought her beautiful, but ever since Kelly had left, he really hadn't put much thought into other women. Even with Myka gone... He shook his head and turned forward again, his gut twitching.

Artie glanced at him, then turned down the dirt trail that led to the warehouse, "Let me guess. You're getting a vibe." Pete nodded, "Yeah...There's something about her." Artie snorted, but Pete just ignored him, "I can't quite put my finger on it, but she's..." Artie parked the car and cut the engine, "She's an artifact." There came an odd sound from the back seat making both men jump slightly and look back at her. She glared at Artie, "Would you stop calling me that? I'm not some thing that you can bag, tag and set on a shelf in your precious warehouse and ignore!" Artie stopped the car and turned to look at her. "Then what am I supposed to call you? Huh? Your... special abilities make it impossible for you to live among other people, you KNOW that the only place where you can have any chance at a normal life is in the Warehouse!"

She frowned and turned to face the window, Pete was sure that if she hadn't been hand cuffed she would have folded her arms crossly. Instead she just sat very still for a moment, then let out a heavy sigh. "I'm not a thing, Artie. As much as you try to deny it, or how ever often you tell yourself I'm not, I am a human being. A living breathing thing that needs access to the outside world. I can't do that locked up inside that warehouse, and I refuse to let you lock me up again!" Artie snarled, in classic Artie fashion, "It's because of you that four agents lost their lives!" Pete's eyes widened, and she flinched, staring at the floormats. "Is that true?" Pete asked, but Artie ignored him, just continued to glare at the woman. Pete watched her jaw clench and she raised her head, her eyes shimmering slightly as if she was fighting tears. "Agents Holden and Patrick weren't directly my fault. I told them not to interfere, but because they were agents of this damnable warehouse, they ran in! Anyone who knows their history should have known that the zepplin was dangerous!"

Pete was confused, but kept his mouth shut as Artie continued to argue with the woman "And what about Hartly and Jones?" Her brow knit together as she grew angry, "They were not my fault. I wasn't anywhere near them when they died." Artie huffed, "But you knew! You knew what Sylvia Plath's You were the one who sent the warehouse the alert about it and you knew that agents would be sent after it!" She snarled right back at him, "I had no control over that. How was I supposed to know they wouldn't just throw a tarp over it and bring it home?" Pete finally interrupted them, "Okay, I think it's time we went inside now." Both of the others stared at him in surprise, then Artie nodded. "Yes... but don't take those handcuffs off from her. Not until we get inside anyway."

Pete was out first, going to the woman's door and helping her get to her feet. "Thank you." she murmured, then let them lead her inside. 'Once again, into the warehouse. Getting out won't be as easy as last time.'