Jake huh? [ He purses his lips flipping the passport over and then back, getting a better look. It wasn't a great quality photo, but something about it also felt off in a way he decided to keep to himself. He didn't think it would help and he was already a little too in his own head over this thing. Marc sounded strained in a way he hated-- in a way he thought they had escaped, until recently. ] Not very creative with our names are we? [ A little tease, but it sounds as dry as his mouth feels.

Taking a long breath in and out he can at least feel his toes again in the heat of the car, the warmth bringing some color back to his skin as he tips his head back and rests it against the car seat for a second. Just quietly counting a few seconds down. He has to get better at this, if for Marc over anything else. ] He's a problem for later. I'm not looking to solve whatever mystery was assembled here; we have enough gas to get somewhere, I'll drive. [ It's not really a suggestion or even a question, not that he'd ignore Marc if he protests, but right now getting away seems like the best option especially if anyone else was likely to come back. ]

You can rest, you know. It'll be a straight shot, right? I can just drive. [ He doesn't really know how to drive, but in this snow with the chains he figures he's not going to be going particularly fast anyway. ] I've got this.

I got us. It's alright.