As soon as he saw the kid on the shoulder of the road, Harris knew he was going to give him a lift. He had the space in his van, and the time to spare, and the kid had a Starfleet duffel bag.
There was also the fact that in his line of work, it paid to have as many people as possible owe you a favor.
"Thanks," the kid said. "How far are you going?"
"I can get you to Toronto."
The kid shifted his weight and said nothing for the next several kilometers.
"Malcolm Reed, by the way."