Vriska doesn't worry, but she does pace. She has only done a few laps around the perimeter by the time the hovercar glides up silently. Vrissy hates that ostentatious prick-mobile, mostly because it is not her ostentatious prick-mobile. But you do get what you pay for, and a rich kid's mom's attempt to buy his love may actually come in handy for something other than very quietly chauffeuring his friends around, now that actual spy shit seems like it is about to go down.