Natasha merely shrugged and nodded when he held up the Castrol oil container. She couldn't tell the difference of one from another in terms of quality or purpose, but she felt at this point that it was safe to assume he knew what she would need after he found for himself that she needed an oil change. She glanced all around the store as she followed Randal to the cash register, giving the bikini model poster a raised eyebrow before looking away and shaking her head in amusement.

Following Randal up to the counter, she leaned forward, resting her elbows on it, watching his movements. She wondered if he worked out. He looked slim, but he wasn't scrawny... When he took out a coke and offered it to her, she jumped minutely while her eyes snapped back to his face. Giving him a weary smile, she added "I wouldn't mind one actually, but you don't have to pay for this stuff on top of everything else."

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Mike gave a condescending chuckle as if Renee had just done or said something foolish and he found it mildly entertaining. "There ain't nothing to talk about Renee. Nothing 'going on here' either, is there? Molly was feeling under the weather. She started getting a little eccentric, so I put her to sleep." 

Mike watched the creatures crawling around, knowing it wouldn't be long before one latched onto the deputy. He only needed to wait for the effects to take. "Ya know... It's been so long since you come up to me after church to chat. You must have some thing's you want to get off your chest." He tightened his arm around her throat and pulled her back to punctuate his command. "Drop the gun and come on in. Kick the door closed."