[ He doesn't answer again, too busy making sure that his rover doesn't look like someone burst in here half asleep and left their weapons lying everywhere. Seriously. He finds one gun on top of Lancer's locker and the other buried in a twist of his own sheets. Apparently he'd been sleeping with it. Wonderful.

By the time Martin arrives, it's sort of tidy, and he looks mostly presentable. He opens the door to let Martin inside, shuts it again quickly to keep the cold out, and then smiles.

It's been a long night, okay? ]

I'm just cold. I'll be fine. We got lost, and I think the moral is that nobody should ever let me drive anywhere.

Are you all right? You said you wanted me.