"No, course nae," Sean agrees again, perhaps a little too quickly. While it's all too easy to see this as real as it pertains to her safety, his mind tries its damnedest to latch on to any out it sees with regards to himself, as counter-intuitive as that is. Suddenly, it's not the real-world consequences he's worried about anymore, though.

"Ye remember last year, when ye said ye'd still love me e'en if I-" he starts, cutting himself off in a hurry as lights splash through the front windows of the market. They pass quickly, but Sean's on his feet a second later to catch a glimpse of the passing vehicle.

"Military," he explains quickly, tossing her a sack so they can get what they came here for and get out. "We should be fine in here, but where'er they stop's liable ta be crawlin' with 'em right quick, we need ta get back to the truck. Grab whate'er ye can carry an' let's go."