"Yeah, I figured," he returns, dipping two fingers into his pocket after the pins. He fidgets with them for a moment, one-handed, grinning at her blurrily as he reaches back into his pocket again. He wishes he had actual keys on him to drop, but some change will do, and he looks after it with a laughing "oops" and turns to crouch to go for it, jamming one of the pins into the car's lock as he does.

Trusting her to help him sell this or at least keep an eye out, he gives his attention to getting into the car. It doesn't take long before there's a clunk, and he stumbles to his feet (a twinge in his side means he doesn't have to work as hard to sell that). A quick glance back the way they came doesn't show him anyone watching, and he reaches for the car again, this time to open the door.