Bob doesn't know what to pay attention to first, the man's expression or what he's saying. It's not that he's against walking, exactly, he just prefers to drive. And he could drive them, his car parked across the street where he left it earlier after deciding to take a break from his little roadtrip.

But he really wants to see these fiery portals. And, more than that, he just wants to concentrate on the bloke he's leaving the bar with, not on driving.

"I was just psyching myself up for one, Blondie. You sure? 'cause I'm game."