"Wonderful," he said, "so, I really don't need help with this bit, only one set of keys and all that, but if you want to make youself useful in thetime being you can either blow me, or go and get your stuff to the Shelby, the trunk isn't locked, and it's mostly empty."<br/><br/>He winked and let her go, turning to proceed down the stairs. Well, now at least the silent angel on his shoulder was personified, but it didn't really work in his favour. He wonders for a moment if she'd have enough space, but imagined she would, how much stuff could one survivor carry around anyway? He was fairly certain that her necessities would fit around his industrial chain saw.