"Jesus. You've been cooped up in here that long?"

He drags a hand through his hair, looking a little perplexed, because he really isn't quite sure what to do with this chick now that he's busted her out. He and Sam -- they kind of have an MO, and that's handle the problem and get the hell out of dodge. They don't linger and pick up the pieces. They can't afford it.

"Do you have anywhere you can go?"