[That question is worded in a way that sends a prickle of heat up Johnnie's neck, but the dude's looking at his back, he knows the answer already if it means anything to him.]

Enders, man. Los Angeles. You know 'em?

[He turns to look over his shoulder. He can't help it, can't just walk away and let Chrissy's non-answer be good enough. The question wasn't a direct challenge, no, but it's fucking cowardly to run off like he doesn't want to get in trouble. He wears this jacket everywhere he goes for a reason - he's proud. They're a family and he won't pretend not to be one of them.

Dante smirks and leans back casually.]

I've heard stories here and there. Thought you went belly-up back in the late sixties, though. Didn't think kids like you could still be kicking around, especially not this far north.

[The fuck? Oh man, this version of the world is bad. Johnnie stares a long moment, trying to tell if Dante is fucking with him or not, but he's so damn hard to read.]

Well, you learn somethin' every day, huh? Have a good one, man. I gotta get this girl out there before she drags me.