He thinks. No, he just needs out of this country. Preferably to some backwater no nothing country where he won't stick out too much. He's thinking Eastern Europe. His accent won't stick out too much there, and he'll be able to read the damned signage anyway.

"Just out of the country." He says, softly, sticking to English. He stares out the window, able to smell her in the close confines of the car. "He's alive?" Why does he care? He doesn't know, but he does. He cares if Steve is alive and well... his total and complete opposite.