John arrives outside the apartment, and gives a few solid blasts of the horn, while he idles the van. Waiting for her to get her gear together.

Packed lightly as any smart traveler, Yi swings open the door with just a black nondescrip duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Coming out of the courtyard, she checks the driver of the van and glances around before opening up the car door. She seats herself lightly, looking just a bit uncomfortable as she slips the bag in the foot area.

The Walker pages: It's sometime mid-afternoon, I'd say - if you wanna catch an early flight, get some sleep /after/ the flight, to avoid jet lag. ;)

John is wearing some dark, small-framed shades, and doesn't look sideways as she hops in. He just grunts. "You look nervous." Shifting gears, he pulls away from the sidewalk, unhurriedly.

"A little," Yi replies quietly. If John looks over, she's in quite a different style of clothing, but the carved pendant and ankh around her neck remains. "Didn't run into anybody unpleasant," she notes, both as a statement and an underlying inquiry.

The Walker's lower lip comes forward in a mini-pout; his eyes still on the road, but a slight narrowing of the eyes, visible from where she's sitting. "You were expecting anyone?" An enquiry of his own, with a suggestion that he'd like a lot more information than the words request.

Yi gives her head a slight tilt forward, buckling the seatbelt. "The tailer you told me about. Big Sister is looking for you." She shrugs a shoulder, as if trying to push off some burden on it.

John's nose wrinkles slightly. "You mean, physically a big sister to the dead boy, or a girlfriend, or something?" He frowns. "And how do you know? You been hassled, recently?" He doesn't take his eyes off the road.

[Yi's more Walkery homid desc]
Yi(#3858Pc)
Yi is recognizably Cantonese to those who can pick it out. Vigilant, dark brown, almond-shaped eyes can hold a twinkle of innocence or a glint of gravity. A short cascade of brownish black hair layers off at the base of her neck to outline the curve of her golden-tinged face. She moves with cultured grace despite her toughened appearance, attributing most of her fitness to daily training.
Her leanly muscular frame is clothed in a manner best described as 'Dressed to Kill.' That would be a somewhat appropriate description, except her innocent demeanor masks any harmful or cunning intent - up until she gets to business. A long black jacket of leather like quality covers her shoulders, flowing down to midthigh and inside containing some hidden pockets out of eye's view. Underneath, a dark blue short sleeved shirt that may as well be black. Going down are black pants, form-fitting but comfortable and loose in the right spots, a glittering steel buckled belt adding its accessory. Finishing are a pair of black boots, probably Doc Marten ripoffs but the recent shine to them show she's taken care of their presentation as well. The only thing that would seem ever out of place with her modern, sombre look, is the pendant worn around her neck. In short, you'd never guess she is a Gnawer. (+detail Yi's pendant for info)

"I mean, there's a silver bullet with your name on it." Yi takes her eyes off the road a moment to look at John and his shades. "The man you killed, was Jun Ti. Ji Ti's younger brother." Her eyes go back to watching the road and the occassional glance at the rear view mirror. "Had some old friends drop by."

The Walker's only visible reaction is a chewing on the inside of his lip. Eyes hard, behind the glasses, only barely visible from that angle. "Ti..." he murmurs, thoughtfully. "Silver bullet. Tell me any more?"

Yi squeezes the bridge of her nose, as if to relieve some headache that decided to manifest itself. Switching to the language she is more comfortable in, she continues on, "{Two from home came, one from my sept, the other Ji Ti from the...Dragon's Fangs. Both Garou, though Ji Ti is a Walker like you, and a newmoon like me.}" Yi wets her lips, hesitant to reveal anything deeper than that.

John's frown deepens at the mention of the Dragon's Fangs. "That's disturbing." he murmurs, forgetting to reply in cantonese. "So, she's gunning for me. Huh. New moon Walker. Why aren't I dead, yet?" Thoughtful musing. "Haven't noticed anyone tailing me. Been spending all my days beating up punks on the south side. You noticed it's quietening down a little around there?" He bites his lip, now. "And the other?"

"{Wei, a darkmoon and an old friend. Though now, a friend of a friend's enemy.}" Yi allows the smallest of smirks through, as she bounces to the previous subject. "{Yes I noticed the quiet. Your handiwork, or is it just the usual lull?}" Apparently, she's trying to make light of any gravity of the situation. "{You're not dead, because she is sniffing around in a land unfamiliar.}"

John's mouth twists a little. "More like redirection of Tonie's gang. I'm spending a lot of time in some of their favourite haunts. Talking to them. Think they're a little unsure as to whether I'm their ally or their worst nightmare, now. Either way. They're behaving themselves. Think the others are quiet, just trying to see what to make of it." He frowns. "Which is a bad thing. Got to move fast." He looks sideways, now, seeing how much of that she caught, before his managed to stop himself from 'babbling'. Looking back, he clears his throat roughly. "You don't want Wei dead. You mind if Ji dies?"

Yi gazes at the Walker sidelong. "Does Gaia need one less warrior?" She bows her head a few degrees. "No. But she's a Walker. She's your tribe." A hand comes up to rub behind her neck slowly. "Better to have many allies than many enemies."

He murmurs, "Might makes right, again." to himself, thoughtfully. Stopping at the next lights, and tapping his fingers absently on the steering wheel. "Better to have the same number of allies, and fewer enemies, but how to avoid turning potential allies...? Nevermind. I'll deal with Ji, if she tries anything. Thanks for the heads up." Starting up again, and headed along the long drive to the airport. Going to take a while, but he lapses into silence.

"{Think nothing of it.}" The majority of the way is left to the quiet rumble of the engine and other sounds of travelling vehicles. As they near the airport, Yi's jaw tightens up slightly, her eyes watching the flying metal birds up in the skies.

John's eyes seem to catch it, though he doesn't often look to her. "Ever flown?"

Yi replies with a whispery "No." Eyes follow a particular Southwest colored plane on its way down towards the runways until it disappears below the lines of rooftops. "Never had enough money, or anywhere to go." A light tap of her finger along the door handle becomes the outlet of her nervous energy, until she glances back at John. The look is a long one, like she's trying to soak in the his demeanor and the small bubble of environment around him.

He watches her a little more carefully out of the corner of his eyes, now. Traffic is decently heavy. Enough that they spend a lot of time getting to watch take-offs and landings. John gives her a small nod. "You'll be fine." he murmurs, after a while. Watching her with that neutral coolness. Almost measuring. "Just remember. If there's bad shit happening... you're still above it. Don't let them pull you into the filth."

Yi hunches her shoulders, offering up both shrug and uncertainty while she can. "{But when filth is poisoning the inside of the body, there has to be a cleansing.}" She tightens the thin line of her lips, and gives a quiet sigh. "{I just might be jumping off a cliff without knowing if I can fly.}"

John looks back to the road. Quiet. "You'll be fine. You have friends, there, I'm sure. Trust your Elders. The Rat's tail is good like that." he murmurs. Still chewing his lip, and watching the crawl of traffic.

"But Sepdet's visions, and..." Yi sighs again, and shrugs. "I've been gone a little too long. Maybe I /have/ been... 'Americanized'." The last word comes with a grip of a bitter fist. She didn't take to that phrasing very well apparently.

The Walker turns his head slightly to stare at her for a while, behind those dark, dark glasses. Then touches a hand to her arm. "Sepdet's visions may be wrong. Either for better or for worse." He says, softly. "And you may lose all your friends from home. But..." he takes a breath. "There's something about being cut free like that. Whatever you do. Whatever happens to you... come back to us."

Yi looks up at the touch, towards the glasses to try and see beyond them. "I will." Her own dark eyes almost mirror the sunglasses so that John may be able to see his own reflection, but she turns her face away and gazes out the window to let him concentrate on the road, and her on her thoughts.

John pulls the hand away, uncomfortably fast. "I can't know what's in store for you. But you will survive. Try to act with honour in everything you do. And if need be... I will teach you how to bleed yourself to beg forgiveness for the wrongs that you may commit. Even as the puppet of another. They still linger as guilt." The traffic doesn't move any faster, now, but they're closer. John approaches the terminal, scanning the grounds for somewhere convenient to park. It's hell, there. "Do you want me to come in with you?" he asks, gruffly.

With a quiet nod, Yi takes in the Walker's last bits of advice. When they finally reach as good a spot as the van can squeeze into, she shakes her head and gives John a short, wry smile. "{The security will look at you a bit strangely.}" Her eyes go to her jacketed arm and she quirks her head. "Sometimes, I'm rather glad I am Garou."

John nods again. "That, and parking's hell. I'd rather not be searched for weapons." He stops the van, and watches her. Takes the glasses off, and gives her a concerned look with those ice blue eyes. "Take care, Yi. Call us if you need anything. Or to let us know you're still alive. Phone calls aren't that expensive, and the safehouse you can call collect." He frowns faintly.

Yi opens up the door, lifting the duffelbag up onto her shoulder with little difficulty though it does seem fairly well packed with stuff. She chuckles at the Walker's frown, in a way that a ragabash who was just told an idea would. "I'll keep in touch. Keep the city for me, na? Those rooftops better not be swarming with drug deals when I get back." The side of her smile quirks a bit further, and the distinct shine in her eye sparkles.

The Walker smiles grimly. "Don't worry if they are. They'll be /our/ people, and I won't want you hurting them. Much."

Yi's eyebrows arch quickly before she slips down that mask of a peaceful smile over herself and she nods. "See you around, John." With that, she steps back from the door, and swings it closed. Her steps carry her away from the van in a relaxed pace as she goes through the mechanical double doors. The Canto-Gnawer doesn't look back.

John nods, thoughtfully, with a hint of approval, as she steps through. He soon dons the sunglasses however, and regains the mask of neutral cool. Then massages his temples, before pulling the van away, headed for the long trip back home. Good luck, Yi. You'll need it...