Malcolm looked at the hand, then shifted his eyes to Cyborg without touching it.
"When can we get back to the road."
Cyborg's mouth curved, entertained. "Tomorrow. Mechanics will get to the vehicles tonight."
Pauline's lip moved at the corner, amused rather than offended, her eyes staying on Malcolm like she had found something worth noting.
Marco pushed off the bar and stepped into closer with a grin already set, rolling his shoulders like he was about to close a deal. He swept one hand out, pointing around the room, then back at them, catching eyes as he went.
"Look around," he said. "This is the Route."
He pointed toward the bar. Winked at Waldo. "Drinks that don't taste like fuel."
Then the stage. "Entertainment that doesn't involve running for your life."
He gestured wider, pulling the whole place into the pitch. "Hot food. Clean water. Music every night. Beds with real sheets."
