Seb scoffs at Mack's question, taking a swig from his freshly filled flask before responding.
"And risk having you wander off and come a cropper of some other nonsense? Who do you take me for, kid?"
He was just glad to be home, so to speak. This job's been a mess. He gestures with a clawed hand towards the RV's side door.
"When we arrive at the bar, you will walk in, and I'll follow. We clear? Good."