"Or I can pick you up," Jo offered with a small smile. "My pick-up ended up making the trip with me."
That was a small comfort, really. Having the truck and the Roadhouse, it was something from home. But in a way, both were a reminder of just how much this wasn't home and was simply a thinly veiled effort to keep her complacent. A small offering that the City had made to her in taking her in as its 'protection' she supposed.
"Unless you'd rather I met you there?"
Some guys didn't like being driven. Then again, those guys didn't usually ask out women who could handle guns better than they could.