"A bank?" Rayleigh attempted to glance over Vincent's shoulder as they neared the ornate building. She was quite a bit shorter than he was, making the action difficult, but she tried anyway. When he said nothing, she spoke again. "We're really going to a bank? I drove all this way for a bank?" "Of course you didn't," he answered, not turning to face her. Because his face was hidden, Ray had a difficult time discerning whether there was exasperation in his tone. She hoped there was - she enjoyed poking at him until he grew flustered. "I just have to get money out first." Her answer was incredulous. "From an actual bank?" The blonde paused to open the door for her, motioning her inside. She gave a small nod of thanks before continuing. "Why not just go to an ATM, like everyone else? It'll take less time, and you won't have to deal with a stuffy bank." Her hands spread to motion to their surroundings, and only then paused to glance about herself. Her soft "oh" was barely audible, but she worried it might echo in the vast space. The room was enormous, easily three stories, with an incredible domed ceiling. Pillars stood like silent soldiers, granite guardians spaced every ten paces or so. The polished stone was white, accented with silver and gold where they rose to form the stations for the bank tellers. An arched opening led to a hallway just beyond the row of tellers, which disappeared into what Ray assumed might be offices, or meeting places. But outside of that, she could see no other entrances or exits - just tall windows, shined to brilliance, letting sunlight splash in on all sides. She ventured a guess. "A bank of some historical importance, I'm assuming?"
