"...right, so this isn't a quick dash across the border, then." The sensible thing to do was to text Jean. Troy frowned and went fishing for his phone. He could be impulsive, but he really didn't fancy pulling a forty-plus hour drive and returning to find his belongings on the porch.
"I'll give you that feathered-snake-gods sound suspicious, and the Silurians could be considered War Ser--"
He wasn't talking Mickey down from this, was he? In fact, the more that Troy spoke, the more the trip sounded like a good idea. They probably wouldn't come across anything, but if they did, wasn't it their duty to stop it? And if not, hey - trip to Mexico. Troy could take some photographs and blog about the ruins.