Eliot grinned faintly. "You never learned to swear in another language?" he asked her in German, then switched back to English. "Scheiße is shit." Since she had assured him that he could swear around her, it seemed fitting that he could teach her at least one curse word. That was one way to keep the night from becoming awkward. "I think I could. Since you learned from the best, I won't go easy on you."
Once they cleared the door, only part of his attention was on the conversation. With enemies that were either crazy or so powerful they wouldn't think twice about launching an offensive on unsuspecting residents outside the door, he wasn't going to brush it off just because it was a short walk from the door to the truck. He stayed close to Martha as they walked, swinging the keys around his finger by the key ring.
"I doubt you will, sweetheart. What you've said already has my attention." Once he'd been convinced that the supernatural was real, the stories from other people started becoming a lot less crazy and a lot more interesting. None of that existed where he came from. "She runs. That's all I can ask for right now." He glanced over at her. "It's an under appreciated trade."
He went around the front of the vehicle to pull open the passenger side door for Martha. Once she was inside, he circled back around to the driver's side and got in. He turned down the radio once the truck was started up and pulled out of the parking space onto the street.