"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar," he said. She was right, of course, and he wouldn't be shocked if there was something going on out here. But it was a dive of a motel. The light could just be dying, too.
Just the same, it was nice to know he could get to the gun he was carrying or the knife in his boot, and a few other things that'd be lethal to a lot of very not nice things.