She took a deep breath as he spoke, nodding slowly. Just seven months ago, she'd had to suddenly start many parts of her life over again. And here she was, doing it once more.

At least Six was always by her side.

Holiday actually felt very comforted by that thought and gave him a small smile. "It's been a while since I had a car of my own. Could be nice."

All she drove lately were giant armored trucks or borrowed Providence vehicles. She'd love to have a little sports car, maybe something in red. Or light blue.

She got up from her seat and exited the truck, grabbing as many bags as she could. She kept feeling the urge to thank Six again and again, but knew that he would brush it off. They were friends, after all.