[ Doyle chuckled at her comment, as much as the tone. Kind of a sign she was an old hand at what she does. ] Even I wouldn' bet 'gainst that. I'd be more shocked if it doesn' have'em.

[ He nodded when she said she'd drop him off a few blocks. He'd pop into one of the corner stores after to get a few drinks and be seen on camera. Always a smart idea, or just a man who drinks too much looking for an excuse.

When she pointed out the lights he laughed again, this time it brought up his dimples when he grinned and shook his head. Doyle buckled up, for once, and looked too Natasha when she asked the question. A guilty look crossing his features as he looked out the window as she started to take them away from the building. ] We all've made mistakes, love. Some o'em just follow you. [ He forced up a weak smile, looking her way.]

Let's work together a few more times before we break into that kinda heavy stuff, yeah? [ He wasn't quite ready to see if she could handle the darker sides of the LA underground. The literal demons and the evils that plague his mind. The mistakes that made him relate to Trent Reznor's lyrics, and seek to ruin everything he had ever been. ]