“I have learned to travel light. It was part of the life. Carry less, easier to move later.”<br/><br/>He was very matter of fact about his past, and he hadn't lied once really. His entire life before freedom had been nothing but, so that part of his mind was simply switched off and left to rot in the darkness of his mind. Then she started to explain travel options.<br/><br/>“I can drive. We'll buy a car and travel from here to there.”<br/><br/>The flying was already out of the question for other reasons. He had nothing but time on his hands, so the drive wouldn't be to harsh. Not that he wasn't used to driving for days on end anyway. Where would they get the money? That would be a question he'd leave unanswered, she didn't need to know that about him either.<br/><br/>He pulled out a phone and made a quick call, Russian was the language of choice to start off with switching to Spanish for a few moments after a pause.<br/><br/>“Okay we'll have a car here within the hour. I hope you done mind vans, it was all they had.”<br/><br/>Not that they had to leave right away, but at least they could really leave when ever they wanted. He was eager to put this city in the past and start his new life as a...baker. No more violence, no more hunting. He would be able to simply find a shadow in this small town and be left alone until old age claims him. A life he thought he had no right to, but at the same time craved more than anything.