"Mister Pecky's doing just fine," Chase grumped pointedly at Pam as he reached his hand for the cigarette, the other one going back into his pocket to get the phone out again. He probably shouldn't have said anything, the conversation devolving into a conversation about his penis while he was actually standing there being the very last thing that he wanted.
He took a second to navigate to the GPS and see how much further they had to go, then frowned as he saw the marker already at their destination. "Did someone say they were going out there before us?"