He fought his natural inclination to call bullshit on that - but he knew better than to think she would go pulling his leg in a place like this. His eyes met hers, and he nodded.

"'s all right. We got time. Whatever you feel like tellin'."

He knew sometimes she wanted to talk about things, more than he was often comfortable with. But he also knew the value of silence, of leaving some things unsaid. Sometimes, it was better to just leave things where they were. Like a burning building in an old resort town in Colorado.