He didn't even get out of town completely, instead pulling over to stop in the parking lot of a 7-11. He headed into the fully furnished bathroom, and took a nice, long, relaxing shower. Done with that, he put on his jeans and shirt again, before laying out in the bedroom, glad he had installed multiple space compression devices in the various sub-rooms of the RV.<br/><br/>He jerked awake at the sound of the knocking, and swore loudly and creatively at the knocker, even as he rolled out of bed. His brown trenchcoat and armor went on, and then he flicked a hidden switch that deactivated the extra spaces, hiding the evidence he was Junkyard as best he could. Now, he was merely Terry again. He opened the door, and snarled. "You know what I think you can do with your need to talk?"