((As we say in ol' Kwee-bec, "Felicitations!"))<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"We're safe." Sam smiles. "I don't blame or care, Santi, it was actually good quick thinking. I think Tim's... sorry." He snorts. "I shouldn't laugh, it got us out of a bind. We should move camp, I think. He didn't ID us, but we don't know if he'll be back or not." Sam is keeping eye contact, but Tim throws a sheet around you. "Let's hop in the car." Sam takes a breath, sighing with relief. "We'll get you a clean set of robes, huh? Or maybe another suit like you had before, if you like." He laughs now. "I can't believe we got out of that by grossing a cop out, holy shit. Good work, you two."</span><br/><br/>"Good work?"  Santi shook her head and gave Tim a look that was somewhere between smug and exasperated.  "I didn't have much time, you'd have to ask Tim..." she trailed off and grimaced.  That was<span style="font-style: italic">so</span>not a direction she should take the conversation.<br/><br/>She shook herself, and pulled the sheet around her more, as though modesty really mattered to her.  It didn't, and yet somehow she appreciated Tim's gesture.  She looked at him with confused eyes.  "Tim, how can you be such a<span style="font-style: italic">creep</span>and still be<span style="font-style: italic">sweet </span>sometimes?"  She looked away; again it wasn't really a conversation she wanted to have.  She just wanted to... Gods, she didn't know.  At this point she'd be as happy to<span style="font-style: italic">fuck</span>as she would be to<span style="font-style: italic">sleep</span>or even go<span style="font-style: italic">shopping.</span>It had been a wild few hours, and she was just...<span style="font-style: italic">so </span>confused.<br/><br/>"If you think we should go, sure," Santi agreed, and shrugged.  "My... my robes are clean, still, I think.  Tim and... and his wierdo stripped me before they forced me down his throat."  She gave him a momentary glare, then looked away.  She was tired.  "Whatever you think is best... I guess those robes would stick out less..."<br/><br/>Then she realized what Sam had said.  She lifted her head, remembering that he'd been speaking to someone on a phone.  "Car?  You got us a car?"  She blinked a few times.  "Should... should we ask how?" she gave Tim a nervous glance.  there was still so much they didn't<span style="font-style: italic">really </span>know about Sam.  She trusted him, but after everything she'd seen today, shouldn't she start being a little more careful?