"For me, ding-dong," he answers Danse's thought verbally, not realizing he's answering a thought as he pushes another window open, this one on the side of the vehicle. He's not looking at Danse and hasn't noticed his lips aren't moving, so such a distinct thought-question hadn't registered as something more private.

"Could probably pry the grid off of any old garage wall and mount it there. If it works for heavy tools, it works for guns." he continues on his way back to his seat, fishing out his lighter before retaking it. He lights his cigarette and then passes the lighter to Danse, exhaling that first pull as he speaks.

"Mmm, pass on bunking with strangers. I've shared the occasional flea-infested mattress when desperation called for it, but I'm not big on spooning."