The deal had gone better than expected; the woman, Shirleen, had an old Vegas Rapid-Response Hopper stuck out back. It was beat to hell and stank of puke, but the engines ran smooth, and it was either that or drive at ground level—a no-optimal solution. Next was a short hop to the local megamart where they lifted lightweight clothes, food, water, and cigarettes. Xavi took first shift, so Alice changed, ate, then slept, the passenger seat pushed back as far as it would go.