Ryan grinned and tossed the keys at Alisa. "It wasn't really a battle? I mean, a couple of Lizard Men were rampaging, and I was nearby. Lizard Men of Subterranea, by the way. Not the of-Tok kind or the Savage Land kind." People needed a better name than "Lizard Men," that was sure, considering how many different groups went by that name.

Or they should regroup and make themselves different chapters, like a frat.

He hugged her back. "Besides, I would have worn this anyway. It's better suited to longer-distance flight." He indicated the car behind him. "This way, you get to break it in yourself." He nodded then. "I've been good? Had an audition for a national commercial, think I nailed it. How about you?"