[ Royce drops his hand and shakes his head. ] They came by again. Just passed. Went in the direction we've been going.

[ Mercy mumbles something and curls up more tightly, and Royce sighs before climbing into the backseat. He strokes her hair gently, expression soft the way it only ever does when he's looking at her. He's tired enough that he kind of gets stuck there, dazed, and then he sighs and pulls himself away, slides out of the car. ]

Might run into them if we keep going that way. But we need the parts.