Lindsey gave Dean a 'shut up' look as he marched over to the passenger's side of the car. "I like that instrument," he muttered, leaving unsaid that this and his car, not the company given crap he drove, was the only thing from home that he cared about. He had his beauty put into storage and he had brought with him the keys. "And it is essentials, I can play for money. Now open the doors so we can leave."