Kaitlyn shrugged. “I have friends who could pick us up.” It might have been a bad idea to bring that up. Her ‘friends who had cars’ were all involved in organized crime. On the bright side, they probably wouldn’t need to pay the driver, and the driver could be trusted not to tell the police anything. Not that she was expecting anything that bad to happen, but she didn’t know what to expect. It couldn’t hurt.

“Or we could call a taxi or something. When do we leave?”

"Taxi's better. I don't want to get more people involved than necessary." More people involved meant more chance something would go wrong, someone would get hurt - no. Keep it as small as possible. Quick and quiet. "We leave as soon as one gets here." To that end, he turned towards the phone on the desk and pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket; he'd already looked up a cab company's number. Aiden planned, see.

Of course, taxis needed to be paid. Aiden had, fortunately, thought of that, and had pulled another desperate scrounging spree. It had worked for bus fare, and with a little more creativity (and territory; he didn't limit himself to the mansion this time) he had found enough to probably pay for a cab.

He hesitated before touching the phone, though. He wasn't a fan of them, and if he had a co-conspirator... He turned to Kaitlyn. "You want to call?"