Steve pretty sure nothing that just came out of Danny's mouth made any sense. Sure expensive to get anything from the mainland to Hawaii, or vice-versa. He'd know. It's not like much of anything from his childhood home was found anywhere else, unless you were willing to pay top dollar for it. But there were prices, and then there were prices. And even if shipping was insanely expensive.

It wasn't usually as expensive as, say, buying a whole new car.

Even a new used car was still up there. When you figured in payments and interest.

But Steve had seen the whole gamut of weird purchases made with too much money and too little time over the last decade. Soldiers and sailors were nowhere near as rational with their money, especially when money seemed like a thing that really only existed whenever you were off mission. Since everything else was handed to you during and figured out, syphon on or off that magical number hitting a bank account but not needed by you at the time.

So, Danny has car. Maybe it's his one inch above having absolutely nothing except his job. It's not like Steve was going to be around long enough to want to ask the question no less be around long enough to hear, or even puzzle out, the answer. He got in the car, not paying much attention to the muttering on the other side, other than to note that he still hadn't stopped. That he really didn't need any more audience than himself to keep going on and on.