Pru respected Sophia because she had at least half a brain in this city. Prudence was often seen as being a dumb *****, and that was something she was proud of. People didn't expect amazing things from dumb people, but the woman had managed to do a lot of pretty amazing things from time to time. It kept them wondering about her and on their toes. But, Sophia was pretty stuffy and that was something Pru thought the woman needed some work on herself. Prudence made it a goal to get Sophia to let her hair down some time. Sometime soon.
"The car?" Prudence hadn't been in a car for the better part of two years now. She liked to walk and if she wasn't walking, then she was running everywhere due to her supernatural gifts. She did it so often that she forgot not everyone could do some of the things she did. "Cool." She said with a nod, acting as if she didn't think it odd to take a car to some place, which it wasn't.
"So where are we going to first?" Prudence asked as the car appeared and ducked in to the back of it. It was some ritzy thing that Prudence would never see herself in. She didn't even know the make of the thing. The redhead slid to the side of the car to make room for sophia to get in and join her next to her. "Guns or girdles?" It was a joke, but deep down prudence was not looking forward to the hours of dress shoving escapades.
"The car?" Prudence hadn't been in a car for the better part of two years now. She liked to walk and if she wasn't walking, then she was running everywhere due to her supernatural gifts. She did it so often that she forgot not everyone could do some of the things she did. "Cool." She said with a nod, acting as if she didn't think it odd to take a car to some place, which it wasn't.
"So where are we going to first?" Prudence asked as the car appeared and ducked in to the back of it. It was some ritzy thing that Prudence would never see herself in. She didn't even know the make of the thing. The redhead slid to the side of the car to make room for sophia to get in and join her next to her. "Guns or girdles?" It was a joke, but deep down prudence was not looking forward to the hours of dress shoving escapades.