Yeah. And they let us in anyway. Shit, if it were me and some weirdos kept popping out from nowhere and yelling about getting kidnapped, I'd've chased them into the woods with a shotgun.

[As they walk nearer the lights of buildings, Carter's hand lays over his sore jaw. Talking makes it twinge, but he's had plenty worse.]

Hey.

Would it be weird to say thanks?

For smacking some sense into me, I mean.

[Steve certainly means to thank her for that.]