What would that do? It might not do anythin', but if it could help here, it might help when we get back, too. I should, I should ask him. God, I ain't even seen him since we've been here.

She was afraid to. She couldn't hardly say why.

"Tell ya what, my head aside, I feel like a million bucks," she said, extending one arm in front of her and looking at all the places her suit was torn, and all the perfectly unmarred skin beneath it.

"Heckuva way to feel, accountin' for the dead man in our basement."