Halvorson saw Bane's expression when he asked Chiro to check out the fox.  He wished he knew how to handle such feelings, but didn't say anything as Bane wandered away and sat down to rest.  He looked over at O'Toole, who looked at him, then at Bane.  She got up and approached the halfbreed, sitting down across from him.  When Halvorson heard the rat's remarks, he grinned.  "I'm a fan of whiskey, sure, but THAT... that was something else."  He assumed the serpent had heard the rat's warning about harming the fur on the rooftops.<br/><br/>Janus and the medic looked at Baz when he heard his remark.  "A safe house?" said Janus.<br/><br/>"I think we could all use a bit of safety right now," said O'Toole, looking at Bane.<br/><br/>"Sarge?  Baz says--"<br/><br/>"Do it, Janus.  Tell the driver where to go," said Halvorson.  "We could use a rest and a lot of us need some patching up."  As Janus leaned over the cab to order the driver, Halvorson looked at Baz, smiling.  "So tell me, friend...  what's a fine Highlander rat such as yourself doing all the way out here?  And how do you know about safe houses that we don't?"<br/><br/>Collins scratched his belly and licked his lips.  "Safe house, huh?  I could use some food."<br/><br/>Maggie O'Toole looked at Bane's haunted eyes and tried to start a conversation with him.  "You did damn good back there," she said quietly.  "Saved a lot of people.  If the Resistance had invented any kind of medals, you'd have earned one for what you did back there."