Harlan watched as Shaw righted the van. He cast a sideway's glance at Dannie and noted her blush. When she glanced at him his eyes revealed mild dissapointment. He somehow hadn't expected the woman to be so predictable. Still he had to hand it to Shaw, that was one cool talent the man had.<br/><br/>When Dannie asked them to join her, Harlan didn't need asking twice. He grinned at Shaw. "See you in a few hours then, mate." Then he made his way to the back of the van.<br/><br/>There was no point in pretending not to stare. In fact it would probably have looked weird if Harlan had not stared. For a brief second he wondered why Dannie's hand was between her thighs, then his hormone induced conclusions gave way to his logic and he realized she was cold.<br/><br/>The corpse's  uniform came with a jacket which he undid and used it to form a makeshift blanket around Dannie.<br/><br/>"That should help you warm up a bit. We could, you know, share some bodily warmth too if you don't mind me invading your personal space."<br/><br/>In either case he lay down next to her, not leaning against her unless her body language told him otherwise.<br/><br/>"So Dannie Versellie", he began - trying to start a conversation, "What's your story?"