He looks over from where he's leaning against the wall, Sister Francis beaming next to him, and smiles.

"I'm sold."

Not just yet, though; he drops to a knee and holds out his arms for Melanie, who runs over to give him a determined hug, arms soft and awkward and tight for a moment around his neck until he detaches her and stands back up. The stitches feel tight in his shoulder, but they hold, even when he swings the cross onto his back, lifting his free hand in farewell.

"Until next time, then," he says, and leads Michael to the back.

The thought of how confused they'll all be to see the Angelina II there in the morning makes him chuckle.

Another mystery to solve. Add it to the list.