[The simple reply was more than enough to satisfy Cliff's tired, adrenaline-addled mine. He offered a quick nod, satisfied.]

That better be. Or, so help me, I might make us a firepit to make hot dogs over later.

[At this he turned off, stifling a yawn. After the shower and meal, he knew exactly where he was headed.]

I'll send the Vac out shortly. It's a pity we don't have a cleaning service here, isn't it?