So much for not stumbling on the reply, then. Maybe if she kept it down to one syllable... "Thanks."

Yeah, that sucked. "It's not much in the way of payback, but my car's here, if you need a ride back to... whatever the hell it was that got me here from the island."

Said car was yellow, dotted here and there with rust, and had once been sexy about ten years before Bo was born, which was probably how long it had been since the convertible top went down, too.