Kevin wasn't exactly surprised when Zara didn't respond to his greeting. In his experience, at least, vampires were always slow to wake up. If you could ambush them before their adrenaline kicked in, they didn't stand a chance. Lucky for Zara, no one had any plans to ambush her while she drank her coffee. He laughed when she greeted him, and shrugged, "I don't have a choice. Things get a lot easier when you don't have a choice..." he offered. It was more of a mental thing for him, but it got him through to the next day, and out here, that was all that mattered. Then she moved on to more important matters.
"I don't care to be honest." he replied when she suggested that they wouldn't be leaving for half an hour if not more, "I've been waiting for a decent score for a very long time, I can wait another hour or two." he shrugged again and stood up as he finished speaking. He collected all the dishes that were empty, and headed for the kitchen. "Let me know when you're ready to go, and we'll get out of here." he added just before he left the room. Once in the kitchen, he started doing some math while he cleaned up his mess. They'd gotten so much further than he'd hoped on Zara's bike. Two more days like yesterday, and they'd be there. He didn't know how much fuel they had, though. If they went through a tank a day, that would mean they needed one more stop, or to take more gas with them. That was assuming they burned through a tank a day, though. He didn't know anything about mileage on bikes.
Trying not to worry about it, the contractor found his way back to the living room, and sprawled out on a couch once more, just in time for someone he didn't recognize to shamble in, and then curse and shamble out. They shambled back in a few minutes later with a mug full of coffee, and plunked down next to the soldier, who'd been forced to act quickly, or facing being sat upon by an ornery, sleep-impaired man armed with a cup of hot coffee. The man paid no heed to his surroundings, and instead focused entirely on his beverage, as if it were capable of anything and everything. Kevin decided to take advantage of their leisurely start, and headed for the door, intending to have another smoke. "Shouldn't have fuckin' quit. Shoulda brought fuckin' sagrits..." he grumbled to himself, fishing for his cigarette case as he made his way outside...
