Drake stopped the car, and looked over the area from behind the safety of the car’s bulletproof windows. If this was Caroline, she’d have every reason to be suspicious of a car that seemingly pulled up out of the blue... but something here smelled fishy. Just in case, he grabbed a cylindrical object, which sparked to life a dull energy shield that enveloped him. Finally, for added measure, he packed his signature blaster, re-strapping the holster to his hip. As he stepped out of the car, his boots made a satisfying crunch as they came into contact with the snow. He closed and locked the door, but kept the engine running, just in case things went downhill. Then he turned back to Caroline, and called out, “Hey, it’s me. No need to be afraid.”