Ethan followed close on Danny's feet as they sidled into the nearly-filled parking spot near the airport entrance. They didn't need to walk far; Danny had apparently scored a minor miracle by gaining a parking space only a few spaces into the lot. It reminded him of an old joke he heard once (or perhaps he made it up himself; he could never remember such things) about people who became Sorcerers just so they could find decent parking spots.<br/><br/>At the sight of the beaten little car, Ethan supposed some people would have balked. Certainly the interior was cluttered enough to merit its own episode on one of those house-cleaning reality shows, and there were enough re-painted patches to ensure the car's original color was lost to the sands of time, and possibly the DMV. But Ethan was more than familiar with the concept of living in one's car; he'd done it himself often enough, on those impromptu road trips he sometimes haired off on to visit some obscure library in search of a new book, or some such.<br/><br/>With a nod to Danny, he slung his lone suitcase into the back and slid into the passenger seat, feeling very much like sitting down in someone's apartment. His dark green messenger bag rested comfortably in his lap, and he cleared his throat as Danny climbed into the car.<br/><br/>"Um, yeah, I heard...something about Pentecostals, or Baptists, or something like? I'm not even gonna ask what he was thinking, but...hey, speaking of which, do you..." Ethan nodded back toward the airport and hooked his thumb back, a faint trace of fear memory rushing back to him. "Do you think that guy was, you know, one of them, or what? Maybe some of our, ah, 'hosts' caught wind of...you know?" He asked, letting the unfinished question hang in the air between them.