For a second, Lydia was afraid he was going to call her bluff, but he didn't and she took in a sharp, shaking breath as he helped up his fallen comrade and moved toward the back driver's side tire to fix it.

She kept her gun trained on them both, her eyes flickering toward Barry as he approached her. Instead of responding to his gratitude, she nodded to acknowledge it, her lips pressed together as she willed herself to find words now that she didn't have to use them as a tool.

"Wedged between the seat cushions," she whispered back as calmly as she could manage.