Henry got out of his car and slammed the door, taking a swift stride to reach the car, which he recognized as being property of a man who had left the town looking for his extended family when the bombs dropped. Sure enough, a strange blonde woman was driving. And he knew the offender on the hood.
"Well, well, well, Isabella Rinaldi, I figured I'd be seeing you in this circumstance again, but I am surprised to note you have added grand theft auto to your list. Not to mention recruiting accomplices." He smiled at the blonde woman in the car. "License and a compelling reason why you've stolen this vehicle, please."