As she put it back on, Cade opened the front passenger door to retrieve the damp towel in the plastic bag, then used the towel to wipe smudges off the skin of Mandi's arms and shoulders as the WNN people approached. "Messy, messy," whispered Cade. "You need a bath, lady. Do you always get this dirty when you play with cars?" Mandi snickered as she held up a forearm smudge for Cade's attention. He used the opportunity to check her makeup as he buffed her arm clean. No damage. Prosthetics in place. "Makeup's fine," whispered Cade. "You know, those fake teeth are kinda sexy." Glancing sharply at him, Mandi started to say, "They aren't..." then said, "Watch it, smartass." "Oh, yes'm. Watching it now. In fact, there's a spot on the back of your right leg. Hold still another minute." Kneeling behind her, he folded the towel to a clean spot and rubbed the smudge from Mandi's calf. As he stood up, he saw the brunette newswoman eyeing him sharply, curiously. Patting Mandi's shoulder, Cade whispered, "There you go. All clean, milady. Go gettum," and stepped back a pace as he re-bagged the towel. A hotel employee stood near the front of the car. Cade tossed the bag to her with a grin and said, "It's a hotel towel." The woman looked at the bag, then at Mandi, and clutched the bag tightly to her middle as if afraid someone would take it from her. Had the towel suddenly become a souvenir? From the glove compartment of the car Cade took a sheaf of folded papers, which he handed to Mandi. She, in turn, offered one to the newswoman, who took it and started to introduce herself. "I'm Julia Waters," she said, "WNN news. Would you answer a few questions for me?" "After you've read the brochure, if there's time," said Mandi. "That's my press release. I can't stay long, so see if your questions are on there, okay?" Julia's eyes fell to the brochure and she opened it. As she did so, Mandi held up another brochure and said, "I have about a hundred of these, if anyone wants one." The crowd seemed to surge forward as a mass of grasping hands. WNN's newsteam found themselves jostled out of position as both Cade and Mandi handed out the brochures. Many immediately began clamoring for autographs. Cade handed Mandi a pen and continued to hand out brochures as Mandi signed brochures, clothing, arms, and whatever else people presented with a quick, cursive 'MS'. Just as they handed out the last of the brochures -- right on cue -- Cade's cell phone rang. He answered it, then tapped Mandi's shoulder and handed the phone to her. "Mandi," she said, then listened intently for a moment, said, "Be right there," and pushed the 'off' button as she handed the phone back to Cade. For the benefit of the audience, she asked Cade, "Will you take care of the car for me?" Nodding curtly, Cade strode around the car, got in, and started it. Easing