Steve opened his mouth to gladly oblige, but Danny's answer effectively silenced him. "Actually it's lunch hour so we are off the clock," He shot a sideways little glance to his friend. "So he is not allowed to interrogate you like a common criminal."
Steve rolled his eyes, starting the truck up to drive off toward the diner. "Danny means well, but he's a pain in the ass." He grumped, opting to ask her what the hell was going on later, when he wasn't in his face. "You might want to buckling in, though, I tend to drive like a maniac."