Whatever protest was on Flash' lips died immediately and she lowered her head. "No, Sir." She said, meekly. Cowed.<br/><br/>The coffin motel's lobby was clean by their standards, and Emilio was there, freshly showered but still wearing his old clothes, near the vending machine, snacking on a powerbar. His cousin was not around, maybe still in the shower. The mobster nodded at Jason.