Put that height to good use, friend. And Vincent somehow fits himself through the window without leaving even a flap of cloak to flutter in the wind. It's fine they're big enough and he's skinny enough under all those layers.

He immediately braced himself in the cab and started reloading the moon clips that he'd emptied. The former Turk won't complain about the ride if that's any consolation.

"Well, thought I'd come in and ask if you wanted to change places once we're far enough away. Or we can both go...." skiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid The man sticks his arm out the window, gun first as one of the harpies tries to take advantage of the brief partial loss of control.

Two shots to the face and its negative life choices catch up to it.

"....go out there together. Your call."