"We ought to be safe, unless a battle breaks out suddenly," George laughed. "And that's probably not going to happen, unless all the air conditioners in the city but one stop working. In which case, things'll get ugly."
He glanced towards the door, calculating how long he'd been inside. "Speaking of which, if you want to head out to my car, it probably hasn't turned into an oven yet."
He held the door open for her as they walked back outside, blinking a little in the sun. As they walked, George asked, "So, what've you been up to for the last hundred years or so?"