Once inside the house, while the misterious woman was puting some clothes on, Danny couldn’t help it but argue about the whole thing. Nothing out of the ordinary though. He complained and Steve denied everything, usually how their arguments go. But this was a little different. His car went missing again and they found a naked girl right outside. Blaming Steven for something he obviously didn’t do was easier than blaming himself for letting someone took his car again. He couldn’t control his tone, which increased as long as the seconds ticked. He was having a hard time on control his anger. But just like everytime someone, or something, he cared about was in trouble. When the silver-haired girl talked he stopped ranting. She had a very gentle and sweet voice, which made more sence when she called them by their names. She knew them. Oh... and not only that but she said she was his car. It took a moment for the detective to react, though all the movement was his eyebrows twitched into a frown. "How would I know that Steven lied to the FBI about Matty trying to leave the island?"