Re: Campbells.
Russ thought he carried off incompetence real well. Car mechanic said no ambition clear as daylight to just about anyone who got close enough to see the dirt under his fingernails and he was only beginning to understand the extent to which he had (rather uncomfortably) become a hero. He took a couple of strides, confident of the way out being as easy as the way in, and getting quick home quick enough he could be clean and have Nathan back from Sam's before Marina murdered her.
And then everything came to a halt.
"What?" Russ didn't understand the kid's problem: he and Nathan knew each other, didn't they? But Ford was making it real clear there was a problem and he didn't need a damn word to do it. Backpedaling, "What part you don't like? Going home? Or picking up the kid?"