[ He's seen better liars -- hell, his best friend is one of them -- but he hesitates, trying to decide whether or not calling her out on it is actually something he wants to do. She got into a car with a stranger, she's obviously not from around here, and if he leaves her alone, who knows what might happen?

He chews his lip, trying to think of a way to say it that isn't patronizing or skeevy, and finally gives up. ]

Look, it's none of my business, but you look like you've had a rough time. And you don't have to trust me, but I ain't exactly okay with leaving someone alone when they look like they need help.

[ He's gripping the steering wheel a little too hard, he realizes, and he forces himself to relax. ]

--so let's try this again. My name's Rick Bradbury. I work with Harbor Patrol.