She looks down into the dirt. "Got no money. Got nothing, really. You could keep the plane."

This is a dry place; an empty place. The last roadhouse.

She looks up; meets his eyes with eyes that are the color of mud and dead inside. "If you want--that--let the boy go into the barn first." Her voice is flat and no particular tone at all.

Patrick makes a strangled, angry noise, and begins to dig in his pocket for something.