Dan nearly did a spit-take, despite not having anything to spit, when he heard the news. "Ho-oly shit. Ya think that's because of us? I think we made the roit decision goin' ta the train station. Don't want ta go anyweyah neah that clustahfuck. Thank you, fathah. I promise this will be the last time you see us." Dan stepped out of the car, then turned to the others. "You comin'? We gotta be cayahful, because they moit track us down. Don't want anythin' happenin' to any a you's. Especially you, Chloe." Dan half-blushed in a weird, somewhat awkward way, like a dog that had been caught tearing apart a couch or something. It was difficult to tell exactly what emotion he was feeling, but it was definitely a gross one.