"Good. I'd say go easy on her too She's a good kid." He likes Buffy, she is easy going and nice to hang out with.

"I know what you mean, it is just as frustrating for us, being told it is our job to help you and then have no idea or direction for how to do that." He shakes his head as he opens the door to the enclosure. Inside, he goes over to the panel and starts fiddling with it. Soon enough the enclosure is transformed into a large flat field, the cut stalks of what was probably some sort of grain left. Judging by the area around the field they are somewhere not far from Central City and there is an old burnt out house at the far end of the field. In the middle of the field, there is a pile of old dry wood. Mick grins as he walks over to the pile rearranging it a little for the right kind of fire.