Sean gives a tiny shake of his head, but he's not sure what exactly it is he's protesting. Her concern isn't unjustified, but he's caught again, staring like an idiot, trying to tell himself that a mass of metal is just a mass of metal, nothing more, and failing miserably. Maybe standing in the yard all night is exactly what he needs right now, exactly what he deserves. "I'll be in in a m-minute," he says, not looking away.