"Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw," Daniel muttered. If he had not been ready before, he was even less so now. Never one to overthink matters, he leapt directly into the verbal fray.
"Two-oh-seven," he repeated. "You got it, BB. But I make no promises about arrests. Especially if this one's around." He jerked his thumb at Aurora, and fixed her with an appraising gaze. She looked every bit as beautiful and self-obsessed as when last he had seen her; to his dismay, he did not find the combination altogether unappealing. "She's got a bit of a pyro streak in her. Keep a close watch on your shit."
He downed the rest of his drink in one quick burst, then tossed it into a nearby trash can. Folding his arms across his chest, he said, "So you back in California for good or what?"