Simon was parked in his truck, a cigar in his hand as he relaxed. He’d been driving for a good bit of time and he needed a fuckin break, Simon’s eyes looking around the parking lot for a place he could reside in, or just someone to talk too. He hummed quietly still, before he saw someone a bit away. It was a runaway. After a moment of silence he rolled his window down and leaned out, “Aye. What're you doin out here at this hour?”