"He's probably just tryin' to write the next X-Files movie."

Bill threw her a smile, then looked back at the road.

His eyes cut to her in a quick glance at her question, and he focused on making another turn.

"I'm not one of those chatty people." He gave a short chuckle, then a partial shrug.

"Because... it's my job, an' because I can. Y'know, I try an' help folks out, an' you needed a hand, an' I could give it so... so, here we are."

And they were here, as he pulled into the driveway of his small house.

It was a nice place; gravel drive, porch up front, and a big live oak in the yard.