"My normal day? I grab. I get shot at. Sometimes I get arrested. At night, I fight lurks. Somewhere in there, I eat. Get in a bar fight. Get guilt tripped by my sister. Go home."
She shrugged slender shoulders that looked much too small to have the weight of the world on them the way that they did.
"Time machines aren't a thing." She ducked her head, looking at him through the Jeep window. "Am I comin' in there with you?"