Blake arched an eyebrow at the testosterone comment as the women passed, slowly shook his head and returned to the meal.<em>Hardly worth saying more</em>he thought.<em>I doubt it'd do any good anyway. Maybe in the morning she'll be more capable of acting like a rational human being.</em><br/><br/>He paused at the thought, feeling something tickle his finely honed sense of paranoia, shrugged and continued to eat as his mind worked. He took a glance at the mirror behind the bar, letting his gaze flit over the room, apparently through nothing more than boredom. There was nothing obvious, no one seeming to pay attention to the group, or even seeming not to pay attention to them. They were virtually alone in the place, so why did he have a sense of trouble brewing? The storm? The crazy old guy on the road? All of the above?<br/><br/>He chewed and swallowed his steak, taking a sip from the coke, the steak knife held loosely in his right hand. Not an ideal blade, but sharper than most, and his best bet if anything were to happen now.<em>I think I'll unpack a few toys before I turn in.</em>he thought.<em>Just in case.</em>