Sam wouldn't've believed it if somebody---anybody---had told her that by the time Breakdown arrived, she'd want to loiter a little longer... but Will's obvious dismay made it tempting. Poor kid! She might've stayed a few more minutes, but didn't want to keep her ride waiting, or wait much longer to see the key he'd brought for her to trade for... well, whatever it was she was going to get in exchange.

“G'night, Will.” The skin-witch walked away with that, though she slowed to turn around and wave once. It wasn't a dramatic exit, but it wasn't as if there was no sign she'd been by; she'd forgotten to toss her first coffee cup, and a strip of glossy paper had fallen to the floor beside the chair her bag had been on.