"Does he?“ Chase asked a little dryly, glancing back at the soda machine that Jack and Scotty still lurked around their chattering distant now. He looked back to Kiley, shaking his head as they passed through the remains of the campground. "He didn't really sound like he learned anything. More like you...I dunno...messed up his mojo or something. He'll kick their asses when the moon and the earth are aligned better, or he gets to eat breakfast first, or something. I dunno..." He really didn't know, his exhausted, relieved brain letting his mouth run without any limitations for the moment. "Give him a chainsaw or something, he'll do it again, same stupid way."