"Do you think he knows where we’re going?” Dallas tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, shifting.
The wind blew lazily through the windows, as they coasted down a road between two mountains. Clint tucked his feet onto the seat, “I think he’s just following the signs heading to Phoenix. As long as we're heading south we should be good. I doubt we’ll make it to the border any time soon.”
“Are we going to the border?”
“Pretty close. The Starlight facility in Yuma is a few miles off. It’s in the middle of a desert so it runs a bit differently than others, but it gives off a signal so it has to be turned off.”
Dallas shifted in his seat. It was the sixth time Clint had noticed in the last half an hour.
“You okay?”
Dallas looked over at him, “what?”
“Are you okay? You keep moving around.”
“Kind of tired, I guess.”
"I’d expect so. You broke through literal walls. It didn’t hurt, did it?”
“Not-”