"Yeah, 's me. Goddamn good Samaritan," he chuckles.

There's something funny about her-- about the questions she asks and the ones she doesn't. It's a passing curiosity, that's all; these days anyone who's left is bound to be fucked up. Part of why he doesn't mind admitting to the fucked up shit he's been through. It's just how things are.

Maybe if she makes the grade, someday, he'll figure out what the hell's up with her. (Easy enough to brush it off, now; he doesn't give a shit, he's just got nothin better to do on a car ride than wonder.)

"Whatcha gonna do if you don't stick around?"

Now that, it's gonna be pure fantasy on her part. But no matter.