Sefton shared the look, allowing some of the helplessness to shine through, before hiding it back away. He gave a large shrug, returning his attention to the scenery... then to Croix. “Unless you’re going to say Vermont or Maryland, then no,” he said.

He had the same feeling Devon was getting (being more than used to paranoia with strangers asking strange questions himself — it usually didn’t end well), but there really wasn’t much way to change the conversation without rousing more suspicion, and lying without knowing the situation would make it even worse. It didn’t stop his insides from twisting around in uneasy knots the longer they spoke with the man. If things turned out badly, he could always make a run for it... maybe it would distract them from Devon, too. Unlikely, but possible.