"I thought you were in a hurry, love." McClintock guffawed, his breath stinking of cheap alcohol and equally cheap tobacco. "You have a place 'round here? I ain't payin' no hotel, red; you're the one with the burning in the legs..."
The other two men at the table laughed, and the looks they gave Barbara made her want to have a long bath, probably in something caustic.
With the crash site exhausted, the Steel Man was again loaded onto the lorry while Johann and Kleinstrasse lef in the other car. Heinz, the officer who remained, helped little in the loading operations. He seemed more intent on studying the Englishmen, and remained silent unless directly addressed.
It was a tighter fit in the cabin with two additional passengers, and Heinz gave a couple of curt directions back toward the city.
An hour into the road, Kirsten had the nagging suspicion that they had taken a detour. The new flat roads where usually laid on top of more traditional roadways, but the civil engineers of the united German government had traced new ways that were deemed more efficient. They might have taken one of those...
OOC: All the Germany party may roll whatever they thing it's appropriate to know their bearings and notice if something is amiss. Insight counts as well against Heinz's directions, but it's a lot, LOT harder to read the stone-faced Deutsche man than the road.