"The last milk run I went out on ended with the jet in pieces. Maybe we're here to babysit each other."

He glanced at his hand, then pulled out two pair just slightly higher than Sandy's, so it was much of a slaughter. He left his cards on the table, though, and leaned back in his chair. He tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, just for a moment, before turning back to Sandy.

"Why do the younger one's think you're creepy?"