Was she checking out the car? Looking to find a small piece of her left behind from the near vehicular manslaughter? He might be a demon, but he wasn't a sadist.

Or was she checking him? Did she pick up on his nervousness?

Oh shit, Whistler realized. Can she still hear me?

He focused on her question and made sure to say aloud, "That's what I dunno. There is something about this place. When I close my eyes, I can feel this low-level hummm. You... You don't feel it?"

Whistler looked over his shoulder before speaking again. "I mean, you're a slayer. You should be in tune with this stuff."