Miko isn't an easily-intimidated person, but she may as well admit - this truck that she's never seen before has been following her, she's not sure how long, and she is creeped out.

She considers her options briefly; there aren't many people around, and she's unarmed. The wisest option would probably be to head somewhere more crowded, or maybe make an active effort to lose the truck. But caution has never been Miko's forte.

She turns abruptly, darting up to the driver's side of the cab, and raps on the door with one hand.

"YO, can I HELP you with something?" She cranes her neck, trying to see through the window.