"Is there ever a reason to be?" Tas grumbled, not fully intending for Tris to hear it. He wasn't grumbling at her but people in general. Sometimes he wondered if he had been raised with others, instead of how he was, if he would tolerate people more or if he would still be jaded. Probably. He slid the speaker into the car.
Something tickled his subconscious, a warning to be aware. He hadn't felt that in weeks. He glanced around, going for the last of the stuff. He didn't see anything. He was being hyper paranoid. He dusted his hands and looked to Tris, "We good?"