Cathal didn't see Marcie's message right away, and when he finally did he swore. Twenty minutes ago. He shot back a quick message (Sorry, missed this. I'll be there ASAP) and then put down the wrench he'd been using on Jesse's car and tried to get his hands a little less filthy before he got into his own.
It was a little longer than fifteen minutes when Cathal pulled up behind the familiar car and got out. He wasn't looking as well dressed as her usually was when seeing Marcie, today in his stained work overalls and with blackened hands.
"I get it now," Cathal said as he approached her with a smile. "Only datin' me for my daring nighttime rescues, is it?"