That's not unexpected news; Mako only learned to drive under Pentecost's insistence, but she knew plenty of people who simply never needed to. The sprawling metropolises in which the Shatterdomes were stationed were seldom ever cities with good traffic laws. She simply follows, as the other nameless detective does not seem overly predisposed to leave the scene of the crime.

The place they find themselves in next reminds her vaguely of the interior of a jaeger, but it is too spacious and sleek and outside there is no water, but space. She takes in a startled breath and mirrors the Balladeer in snatching her hands away from the array of buttons arranged delicately over the console.

"This dream is very fickle," murmurs Mako, subtly disquieted.

A pair of doors hush quietly open behind them.

"An unidentified object has been spotted in Sector 12," announces a woman who very much resembles the detective she thought they had left behind, now clad in some kind of crisp, simple uniform. If she recognizes them her face does not betray it. "We think it might be some kind of craft. Permission to investigate, Captain?"

Mako looks at the Balladeer dubiously. She's still not clear on which of them the woman might be addressing.