Foreman woke up with the slightest start when the car engine cut out and the heaters whined into silence. He blinked and lifted a hand to rub at the bridge of his nose, before pulling in a deep breath and looking to see if they'd arrived. But instead of an austere, perfectly-groomed suburban street, they were in a shopping centre parking lot. That was a relief. He had a chance to get himself together, maybe even grab a coffee, before the moment of truth. "How was the drive?" he asked, a little cautiously, in case he'd managed to sleep through a high-speed chase or Amber picking off the drivers of the other cars with a sniper rifle, not out of road rage but from the simple fact that their trip would be more expedient that way. She looked tense, still, lips slightly compressed and the usual gleam of mischief in her eyes slightly dulled. Foreman hoped they'd have enough privacy this weekend that he could help her unwind, even if it was only by watching her pace and listening to her vent. He could bottle stuff up; Amber, he had a feeling, would explode like an oxygen tank in a smoker's room if she didn't get a chance to let off steam.

He climbed out of the car, tilting his head to one side and then the other to crack his neck and work out the kink he'd gotten from sleeping slumped against the door. Walking around to the driver's side, he met Amber and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pressing his lips to her temple in a gentle kiss. "Hey, I'm sorry I wasn't much company," he said quietly. Glancing up at the lights of the grocery store, he remembered that they'd been supposed to bring something, and Amber had wanted to get it fresh. "Can I help with the shopping?"