He'd sunk down as well, crept up to the edge of the bushes and watched the light scattering of cars. Despite the fact that human eyes sucked for scouting (though they were far superior to rat vision), he was lucky enough to have the paranoia-given skill of recognizing cop cars from extreme distances just by the shape of their headlights. The sun was just low enough in the sky for this to be useful, and the road looked clear of authority figures. He looked harder for vehicles on the side of the road, and saw nothing. The workers seemed to all have gone home for the day too; the work trucks had all left their farewell tracks in the gravel. "All clear," he reported.
Her confidence in his abilities stroked his ego just the right way. "You can do the first one," he said with a benevolent air, giving up the honor of first delinquent act easy enough. Anyway, his hands shook sometimes, and he didn't want to fuck up on their first one.