"Stoker never mentioned it. I could've missed it too. That wasn't one of my favorite books," he replied, smiling. "But if things go even halfway right tonight, you won't have to be using that as anything other than what it's meant for."
With a vehicle, the time they'd be spending outside and exposed was minimal. From the complex to the truck and the truck to the restaurant. If anything happened, he'd make sure Martha was protected. Something he felt a little more capable of being able to provide after the boot camp out at Singer's.
He fell into step beside her. "Someone told me it's one of those places to go around here. Thought we could give it a try, see if they're bulls-" He hesitated, correcting himself. "Full of it." Eliot glanced over at her, grinning again. "That's right. I get two stories tonight. I've been waiting to hear those."