Patience was not his strongest suit in his present condition, but Mark managed to find some in the midst of waiting for Claire to finish up her coffee and leave some green on the table. In the day and age of debit and credit cards he was a bit surprised she even had cash on her, but he said nothing, it wasn't like it was going to lead anywhere important. His eyes watched as she smoothed her shirt down over her hips, they were rather nice, and as she smoothed out her shirt it appeared to tighten just a hair over her breasts giving them a slight bit more definition there as well.<br/><br/>He smiled when she agreed and using his cane he followed behind her back to the car entranced once again by the sway of her ass. Once in the car though he focused back on her, the mood between the two of them a little more even keeled for now, this had great prospects. Of course he had no idea what to expect, how much she really wanted to know, but at her question he thought for a moment.<br/><br/>The idea came to him as they approached one of Seattle's many hills. "How about we go to the scene of the accident, where it all began. I am sure your press status can get us into the stadium and possibly onto the field itself. I want you to see what I saw, minus all of the people in the stadium of course, but to still be down there would be quite the experience nonetheless."