Guest had just finished dealing with "something," having dragged the body all the way out here, chopped it up, and buried the parts down inside of an ocean. No one will ever discover it, obviously. But now Guest is effectively lost, in a place she's not familiar with at all, changed into new clothes because the old ones were... messy, to say the least. She had to carry this big ass black case—one that resembles the casing you'd see for larger instruments—containing a captive bolt rifle, with a compressed air tank that actually powers the damn thing, and she has the whole thing slung over her shoulder as if this was a normal hiking trip. She needed a ride. Something to get from here and back home. So, Guest walked for a couple of minutes, until she eventually reached a gas station with three people standing outside of it, car idling beside them. Those three individuals were Darren Crowhurst, Sylas Veylor, and Rin Avelisse. Apparently they had stopped for a refill on gas, and it was quite late—literally midnight—so it wouldn't have been weird to walk up to them and ask for some "help"... right? Surely not. Guest thinks, at least. Then again, Guest's way of thinking is far different than the "normal persons," so perhaps she's wrong. Either way, she needs to buy certain things at this gas station anyway. She's got money, obviously—she's a Kyoran, why wouldn't she have money? That's besides the point. If they say no or reject her, Guest could simply find someone else. But the idea just sounded stupid to her logic, so she instead entered the convenience store first, picked out whatever the hell she needed, and instead of paying—she shot the store clerk in the head, killing him instantly. She dragged the body out back, dumped it into a trashcan, and then approached the group by the car, weapon still out. She isn't even going to attempt pathological charm; she just needs a ride, and she's going to get one whether they like it or not.