Chromia spent a lot of time either locked up in her room or off on her own wandering the city. It was easier to adjust to it without anyone else's problems getting in the way. Adjusting to her significantly smaller height was the easiest thing--while finding just how far this place stretched was on the other end of the spectrum. In fact, that's what she's doing right now as she rolls through the streets in her vehicle mode.

Were she on more familiar ground, she'd be booking it for the outskirts by now. But before she can do that...she might as well get used to the more urban part of this place, weaving in and out of the alleyways.

That is, until something catches her eye from above. It doesn't take her long to transform back into her root mode, eyes squinting as she looks up to see just who...or what is fiddling around up there. To her surprise, it was that man she'd met at the party. The one who spoke little and emoted even less. Congrats, Bucky, you've definitely caught her interest now.

Walking closer, those arms go to her hips, waiting just under where he's climbing out.

"Going somewhere, sparky?"