Much of the ride passes in this fashion. It's slow-going in the dark, and there's less to occupy themselves with in the be-cloaked landscape. Still, at an easy walk it isn't too long before they find the road, and not long after that the city limits are within sight.

"We might do well t'mosey back to the hotel at separate occasions," she smirks, letting Gene catch up a bit. "Havin' been out all day, the two of us, headin' upstairs together bound t'make the kinda noise you like t'make would more'n turn heads."