[ He nods, keeping in pace with her until they get to the car where he quickly moves to the driver's side and unlocks it, all the locks lurching as well. If she were paying close enough attention, the speed in which he does this could be taken into question. But, it's cold, right?

When she's inside, he's already gotten the engine going. He waits for her to fasten her seat belt before they're off. ] Sheriff's station's not far. Nothing is in this town. [ Good thing she has no belongings to put into the trunk full of blood bags. (Well, they're in a case, but, still. Questions beget questions. ] I may have said that. There's a lot of repetition in this town. We locals make things crystal clear when we want to.