To Lynn's honest surprise, moments after the man's remark about not going back the car took a sharp U-turn at the next light and sped back down the street. He almost jumped to yank off his nametag when the stranger leaned over to get a look at it, but it was already too late. He was surprised that the flimsy clip actually held onto the collar of his work shirt through all the struggle. In the distance, Lynn watched the storefront of the coffee shop draw closer as he listened to his driver's brilliant idea. He cast a dumbfounded look at the man for a moment.<br/><br/>"We're going back to a place where a monstrous slime covered mutt tried to eat me from the toes up, and you're<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>concerned with money than you are about leaving there alive?" Lynn shook his head suddenly, as if to physically shake the thought from his mind, and let out a nervous peal of laughter. "Never mind, your issues are yours. I don't care what you actually do when we get there as long as I get my manager out of there. She, on the other hand, has a mind of her own..." Lynn trailed off, deciding not to elaborate further than that. He had a bad feeling that it might be difficult to convince Deena to leave if there was someone trying to rob the place.<br/><br/>As Lynn got lost in thought, he chewed at his nails down to the beds. When they drew close enough to see the windows of the business, Lynn could see that the lights were still on, which meant that Deena may still be inside. In the middle of a steadying breath, something occurred to him. "We're going to have to go in the back. I locked the front doors before I took the trash out. Fuck me, I hope the door is still open or we're fucked." He sat up anxiously and fidgeted, gingerly beginning to move his wounded feet around. He dreaded having to walk, maybe run, but that was all the reason more to get used to the pain now.