"Yes."

Codi doesn't move and her expression doesn't waver, waiting patiently for the ruffled trucker to stumble and stagger his way into the safety of the diner. As soon as he's inside, however, her face falls into a deadpan scowl.

"--Of course I'm not serious!" she hisses. "I'm making sure that guy calls the authorities about 'some guy with a gun tried to hold me up for money,' not 'an armed resistance fighter threatened me for supply route details to our secret lab.' You're welcome, by the way."