Start Jimmy, start. You can see that she is not pregnant. So you can quietly go on with your life without worrying about it crashing something in your house.

She is so intrigued by the vehicle that she walks past my door without looking at me and gestures to open the hood. I comply. She continues to talk, to ask me questions about the vehicle, about the information I can make available to her, the time she has been allocated to put everything in order. And what I do know is if I stay behind the wheel and she lowers that fucking hood, she'll see me. And I will see...