Then it's a good thing horses are my other specialty. Keep your eyes peeled and cover me. [He arranges them so that she's in the saddle and he's in front, so she can hold onto him as if they're on a motorcycle. He can tell the horse is getting tired from running in and out of the chaos and carrying so many people back and forth, so he doesn't put her in a gallop, just a canter. He, too, understands the important of talking at this moment, of holding themselves both in the here and now when the nightrenders want to suck them all into their pasts.]

I'm positive you'll return me the favor when they let the aliens out of Area 51. [Is Dan a conspiracy theorist? Dan is a conspiracy theorist.] I don't know jack or shit about dealing with aliens, and humans remain an enigma as always. What's your name?