Ryah thought that was a damned terrible idea, letting Drake behind the wheel. He still thought the vampire was a traitorous dick but did he have a choice? He could feel his vision going, bleeding black at the edges, and he honestly wasn't sure he wouldn't cause a crash. "You think we're safe there?"<br/><br/>He glanced at Drake from the corner of his eye, found him unmoved. After a long moment, he got up, feeling the wound scream in protest as he did so. Ryah hissed, clutching his side. "Fine," he ground out, making his way to the other side. Hell if he was going to admit that he was actually grateful Drake was taking the helm though. Not after his little stunt from earlier.<br/><br/>But...hadn't he helped? Ryah had Charlie back, didn't he? The hunter practically fell into the passenger seat. He didn't even bother with the seat belt, and instead, shut his eyes, his entire face white and bloodless. "So what do we tell them? We got mugged?"