"Sure." That was easy, and from a guy who ain't always real easy, that's sayin' something. Exactly what it's sayin' is up for grabs but it's there anyhow. He's got a couple things to do -- some shit to check on -- and he's had to keep reminding himself that just 'cause he's with Lara doesn't mean time's standing still like it does at the bar. They've been on the Planet a couple days, and that means time to check in with a couple people.

That sure won't take three hours: that's almost enough time for a guy to get bored here. Lucky for him he knows where to get a drink or two; no one ever said being a Turk didn't have its perks.

The only reason he leans over and gives her a little kiss before swatting her lightly on that cute ass of hers is because of the dazzling smile on her face. Why the fuck not, right?

"See you in three. If I don't see you then, I'll head down to the prison and bail you out. I'm just jokin'."

Kind of.