Danny glared over at Steve. "He never buys, his wallet will magically disappear as soon as we get there." He dug his own out to make sure he had some cash, shaking his head.
Steve smirked, but grew more serious when the squadies turned up. Handled things, huh? She must have been a Company woman, or a Fed. He did call her Agent, after all. He shrugged it off, chatting with the police, even laughing when the one freaked out about putting the robbers in his car. "Enjoy your day, gentlemen, Mahalo for da help."
Nodding to his partner, he climbed into the truck, and Danny opened the passenger door, waving for Natasha to get into the middle between the two men. "G'head, ladies first."