"Then why'd you agree to go out in the first place? Silly little Red," the normal masked pilot teased and smirked, leaving a nickel as a tip to the bartender friend of his before leading the way back outside. Monty didn't say much after that; even when he drove, he only went fast because it seemed like he was in a hurry to dump Jillian off at home and get to his other business, which was apparently quite important. He kept his eyes forward so the woman couldn't see the growing concern in his eyes. It turned out his worries of the previous day were right; his sponsor had just arrived in town, and he wanted to see Montresor about the previous day's match.<br/><br/>He rolled to a stop in front of Jill's house and took his helmet back as she got off, sliding it on his own head before he spoke again. "Listen, you may want to call off any plans you have with Anna until next week. She's going to be pretty busy until then," he said without humor, withholding any hint of what was going on.