She laughed at that. "Yeah, I'm sure you have both," she teased, nudging him with her good shoulder.

" Don't flatter yourself.. " He mumbled, not being entirely serious when saying it.

"I wasn't flattering myself. Oh...and not to ruin the mood or anything, but here's your shirt back," she said, holding up his bloodied shirt

" Yeah mood totally ruined.. and I probably don't want that anymore.. but we can't throw it out. It leaves a trace. " He seemed a lot more logical then usual..

"You're right..." she was a little confused. He was acting different...

Alister thought for a moment and said, " I'll go wash it but be extra careful cleaning up. It is reusable and you might need more bandages later. " He said, going to clean off the shirt from the blood. He returned half an hour later, the shirt was stained but semi-dry and much cleaner then before.

When he got back, she was in the truck, curled up in the seat

Alister smiled a little bit, and took his blanket from his bag, very gently covering her. He decided he'd sleep in the bed of the truck. It wouldn't be too horribly cold.. or so he hoped.

Well, there was only one way to find out.

Alister climbed into the bed of the truck, it was suprisingly comfortable and not too cold.