"Realist, not pessimist, love." She counters, in her best impression of his accent. Hell, but she really was picking up on his damn pet names. Dammit.

She heaves a sigh and keeps an eye out for any of those cameras anyway, fingers twitching in the confines of Charlie's borrowed coat. Does he really think walking right in the front is a good idea? She couldn't think of a worst idea, save for maybe trying to get another car once they were done.

"Are we climbing the fence, or are you really planning to just walk in?"