[He cracks the window just a fraction, just to make sure they don't gas themselves in her quirky choice of police vehicle.]
It's up a main road! [He protests, over his shoulder.] Not like I was swinging tree to tree. Besides, I'm Australian. Born and raised in the bush. [If that internal lie detector she's had installed isn't pinging off the charts now then there's something wrong with it, and he's smiling as he settles back into his seat.]
What's your excuse? Guy wakes from a coma, cheats on his wife, stirs up a mob - coming out here, you're practically asking to be on the next installment of 'As Storybrooke Turns'.
[Chase has seen a lot of soap opera. Very little of it through free will. Sometimes this place sounds startlingly reminiscent of one. His cheek twitches, though, an involuntary facial tell, when she asks about heading out.]
no subject
It's up a main road! [He protests, over his shoulder.] Not like I was swinging tree to tree. Besides, I'm Australian. Born and raised in the bush. [If that internal lie detector she's had installed isn't pinging off the charts now then there's something wrong with it, and he's smiling as he settles back into his seat.]
What's your excuse? Guy wakes from a coma, cheats on his wife, stirs up a mob - coming out here, you're practically asking to be on the next installment of 'As Storybrooke Turns'.
[Chase has seen a lot of soap opera. Very little of it through free will. Sometimes this place sounds startlingly reminiscent of one. His cheek twitches, though, an involuntary facial tell, when she asks about heading out.]
Maybe tomorrow.