Just be glad you didn't know her when the first McDonald's opened in Moscow, Clint.

"Got it," she says after a quick glance, and falls silent to find the closest car-spot.

He's a good person to ride shotgun with, or maybe she's just used to listening to him on ops. Or both.

The car is somewhere she can see it from the shop: having it stolen, with their gear inside, would be annoying. And cause even more paperwork.