He should definitely look unconvinced. But she took his arm anyway.

She answered his questions in just as quick a succession as he asked them. Quietly, as he had spoken. “A few hours – nope – not a damn clue – somewhere that likes to keep its cards too close to its chest for my liking.” She and patience for situations where she was being played with don’t go along well. As in, she had none for it. “If it were Mojo-shit, we’d never hear the end of it, you’re right.” Endless gloating, anyone?

“I got keys too. Do you think it’s to a treasure chest with forty million dollars in it?” Unlikely, but a lady can dream, okay? She pulled out her keys as well, from where they were tucked somewhat uncomfortably in her bra. What? It’s like an extra pocket, don’t judge. “Are they cut the same?”