He was definitely moving more cautiously than normal. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she observed him. Was he tired? ...or was he injured? And if he was injured, then how, and why hadn't he said anything? Who did she need to hurt?
"I was," she said, casually walking over to the passenger's side, too worn out from traveling to continue their on-going competition about who would drive and willing to let him deal with rush hour traffic. That wasn't any fun at all unless she got to turn on the siren. "It must have been all those margaritas and the sun. Plus, I learned at least fifty new curse words in Farsi and Mandarin," Alyssa added with a grin as she slid into the car.