 So these are two pumps per station, so six here and six over there. Got it. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. We turn, go to the cashier's booth, and I realize the windows are totally encased in bulletproof glass. Carol points to a bullet hole from her cashier days, pokes it with her finger, then motions to the trim around the building, which is a hip-high rock wall. But see these rocks? Yeah.