Are you my deadhead to Miami?.
Listen, you two deadheads, he growled at them, more viciously energetic than he meant, and both turned to stare. He softened his tone. What's going on here, anyway? What kind of a morgue is this? Is this any way to spend my last four days in town? Come on, let's all go out and do something..
Kit had fallen into conversation with a footplate man who was deadheading back out to Samarkand, where he lived with his wife and children.