[indent]Cait gave a shrug and an agreeable nod Anita's direction. [color=92278f]"All I'm figuring,[/color] She fell into a hushed tone, [color=92278f]"is if we're trying to keep off the government's radar, we might as well head somewhere where they're less concerned with who's going out than they are about who's coming in. They're so wrapped up trying to keep 'illegals' out that they probably won't think much of a truck of people heading south."[/color] Her sentiment hung in the air without much more disucssion as Vincent stood up and injected himself into the conversation between the customer and the man working the diner. 

She remained seated, but turned to observe. The guy working certainly didn't seem happy to be asked about his personal matters by a stranger; otherwise he seemed amicable, and divulged the situation to Vincent without much argument. Cait drifted her attention to the customer sitting nearby. He looked suspiciously focused on Vincent. Cait's thoughts traced back to the black SUV sitting in the lot outside; it had looked newer and more pristine than the Jeep parked nearby. She nudged Anita, subtly directing her attention toward the customer as well.[/indent]

[center]((I'm back to action. I apologize for going silent; I was in a bit of a rough place until recently. [@Hyyde322] [@Bacon] [@Daxam]))[/center]