#anywhere

"She went out, but didn't check in. Guess they worried."

He winces. "Helicopters. I hear that. It's not fun, having someone riding on your coattails like that." A more coarse young man might have said "ass", but he seems to have rethought his terminology at the last moment.

She shrugs. "They give a shit."

A shake of his head. "Yeah, but it gets old when they want to stick snooping noses in all your business."

A soft grunt. "Just means you ain't covering your tracks, then."

"Don't tell them nuthin', don't ask for help, get left alone."

A huff of amusement. "When I want to get lost, I get lost, and nothing is going to track me down." A bit of a boast, possibly, but conviction behind it. "It's that what I have at home, it's her house. Won't even let me lock the door." A frown.

"Door open in or out?"

He looks thoughtful. "In."

"I think they're all that that. Otherwise you could get stuck. Fire hazard."

"Oh, easy. Jam a chair up under the knob, at an angle. Out can be a bitch."

A twist of lips, grinning at that. "Laundry chute. Can't imagine I wouldn't get my head bitten off, though. Nyeh, nyeh, nyeh." A raspy imitation of a nagging voice. "What if you died in there and I couldn't get to you?" Exhalation. "Guess there are worse things, though. Could be shacked up with old pickle-face." A finger taps his phone and he grimaces.

"Yeah. worse things than nags. But I'd try the chair, anyways, you want her out."

"Ha. I will. But if she busts the door down trying to save me, it was all your idea." He digs into his bag, and holds out a hand to her, a crinkly plastic wrapped something. "Here."

A slow eyebrow, and she takes the offered thing.