"We have company." Kitt's statement brought Andrea out of her memories. Glancing up she saw the impound guard Jim scuffling towards them. Jim wasn't easily impressed and though he noticed Kitt's scanner sweeping back- and-forth, he merely considered it to be some fancy new gadget designed to scare off possible burglars. What did surprise him was the fact that Andrea had managed to get inside the Trans Am. He had tested the doors himself when Ed had brought the car in and had found them securely locked. Inside Andrea smirked: "I wish I had a camera! That look of surprise on Jim's face is worth a frame!" Feeling better by the talk that he had had with his new friend Kitt decided to humour her, he zoomed in on Jim's face and produced a hard copy for Andrea. Grinning, Andrea stuffed the photo into a pocket and opened the door. "How'd you. when. how.?" Jim gaped at Andrea. "And those windows! Andy, I couldn't see inside that thing. I swear." Waving Jim's sputtering aside Andrea closed Kitt's door. "Jim, I'm gonna ask you to do something for me, it might sound crazy, but you just have to trust me on this one." Turning to Kitt, she added: "And you have to trust me as well." Jim frowned: "Who are you talking to, Andy?" Andrea grabbed Jim's arm and began to pull him away from Kitt. She had sensed that Kitt didn't want everybody knowing what he was, and with Jim being the blabbermouth that he was. Turning to face Jim Andrea deposited herself between Jim and Kitt. She had dragged him halfway across the impound yard and though she didn't know how far Kitt could follow a conversation from she decided to risk it. Taking a breath she knew what she was about to do was illegal. She could get kicked off the force if anyone found out. But in her heart she knew it was the right thing to do. But she'd need Jim's help, or rather his silence to pull it off.

Kitt watched Andrea pull the reluctant man away from him and appreciated the fact that she had not reviled his existence. He could have listened to their conversation, but he didn't. She had asked him to trust her on what she was about to do. Almost as following an instinct that told him, that she was going to help him, Kitt put his trust in a kind stranger whom he had met at the most unlikely of places.