One night, she took the catsuit when she left Gus’ house, drove all the way home in the morning darkness with it on, blaring Megadeth and touching herself.
Who should, in fact, know. But what if we took Who out of fact and put him in a small wading pool with two or three well-behaved children, then would Who know?
There was a large crash at the end of the hall. Mac realized he’d just missed the point. And the point had missed him entirely. Bad guidance system, evidently.