[ Dependence or not, it's disconcerting that whoever took them dulled the both of them down. His eyes move to the nearby wall, wondering if it could be in the motel itself. The building could be made with anything. It could be another vault. Derek nods, agreeing with Scott completely. That's what it's like ] I could hear you next door. [ But, normally, there's surround sound. ]

Of course I came to help you. [ That's not something that should ever be in question and maybe Derek laces it with a little more attitude than necessary. His frustration is coming out in his tone of voice and he backs off, eyeing the suitcase before pacing away. ] I didn't get anything like that. [ He looks back at Scott. ] We should keep that out of the way. [ Locked up. Burned, even. They don't know what residual anything might still be emanating from it. ]</small. What I got feels more like a joke, now.