Robin burst out laughing at Much's addendum to his thoughts on Vaizey. He had once said that nothing the sheriff did would surprise him, but he had not considered vampiric acts. That had not even been a concept to him.
"I think of Djaq every time I go through the produce section," he commented. He also thought of Will when he passed the hardware store, and there had been a couple of times where he had seen a bigger man with shaggy hair and had a pang that he could not talk to John. As awful as the demons here were, he still rather hoped that the rest of the gang would eventually surface.
"That sounds like a great job; I expect you'll be very good at it." Raising an eyebrow, Robin asked, "Driving's easy, then? I've watched the taxi drivers and it seems simple enough, but at the same time, there's a lot to be aware of, isn't there?" Nodding at the mention of his job, he said, "It's going fine. Sort of like training men in the king's camp, except much more relaxed."