Jenifer's yellow eyebrow quirked, then she chuckled, "That's a pretty straightforewards idea, and I think it might work."<br/><br/>Indignanity flashed in her mind at her lack of money, clean clothes, contacts, even a diploma.  None of that was this man's fault.  None of that was something he could fix or stop or help.  He'd been so kind already.  She reached up to touch the side of the helmet as if laying a hand over his cheek.  "Thank you."