Dreamer nodded to both responses as they jogged away from the fort.<br/><br/>"Good... that just leaves us with --finding-- a vehicle.  I knew how to drive... I mean, learned how to drive on Maeve's farm.  Usually it was farm machinery, but I drove the pick-up trucks often enough."<br/><br/>He paused, swearing inwardly at how badly he was choosing his words.  During the six months he'd spent with her, Maeve had figured out that was hiding things he'd remembered... but he was nonetheless usually a better liar than this.  And he was pretty sure Sherra had a better sense of smell than the bovines and ovines he'd worked for... she might smell that he was hiding things.  He had to be more careful, and he had to hope she would smell that lies or no, he was an ally.<br/><br/>"We'll have to find a car or truck with the keys for it, though... unless one of you has an idea how to hot-wire one."<br/><br/>He once again checked the stolen handgun in his hand as he walked.  With an irritated smile he realized he hadn't even flipped the safety on, as Sherra had reminded Kitten; he snorted and did so now, and popped out the clip to see what munitions he had in it.  It wouldn't be a good idea to try shooting it without realizing its previous owner had emptied it.