"So there are two of them throwing you at me?" Robert says with all seriousness. He's not unaware of what started this all, regardless of his thoughts on Erik's company. Aarne had been throwing people at him for weeks now.

Robert just rolled his eyes and laughed as he pulled off into the rest stop. It had a little food court, bathrooms, maps, and picnic area, usual for these kinds of places.

The squealing broke through whatever more he might ask. The other bikers are there, and Vars and Viktor who he hadn't even seen on the road. Probably for the best so he can claim ignorance of any fires or whatever appeared in the news.