Mark smiled. "Now here's a man with some sense." he slapped his hand on his knee. "I just need a ride, and i'll be outta your hair, unless... you know... you needed some more company...." He looked down. "Been on my own for this whole thing you see..." He sighed. "I... dont have any special skills if that what you mean... I... I guess you'll just have to take my word." He looked in his bag. "You can have some of the food I have left if this doesnt work out... for.... your troubles..." He snapped his fingers. "Aha... ive also got about 50 rounds for that rifle sonny jim was pointing at me a second ago. you can have them. I dont need them... along with some other dead ammo I dont have the guns for." He thought about mentioning the fact he had escaped Washington state prison... but he decided against it.