"They'd have to catch us first," Omega replies with a smirk of his own, rolling over on the riverbank. Pulling himself a little higher up lets him fold his arms behind his head without the water rising up over his ears. There aren't as many stars visible here as there were out in Big Sur, through all those trees or sitting on the rocky cliffs above the sea. He wonders what the Montana sky will look like.

Sleeping in the truck is all well and good, and Omega does possess the skill to sleep under just about any conditions (should he in fact decide to do so). It has been a while since he's actually had to exercise that skill, however, and in any case he likes to know what's going on around him. Trusting Owen Grady not to drive him straight to a laboratory doesn't mean he trusts the rest of the world to leave them alone, even on the road.

But it is nice here, and peaceful. And Omega holds up his hand between them, fingers outstretched toward Blue, for her to take.