The song I Shot the Sheriff immediately enters Erin's mind and refuses to leave. Erin resigns herself to this to the point where she doesn't even try to ask herself why this is happening. "My pleasure, Deputy, I'm Erin. Take a seat, relax." She takes a puff on her cigar and makes a happy little noise in her throat. "Am I off-base if I say you sound American, Deputy?"

Please. For the love of God. Erin is so ready to meet other Americans aboard. She wants to bitch about road repairrrrsssss.