Mordechai's mouth quirked in a half-smile as he glanced back at Archer. "And I be Mordechai Morris, late of Haiti and now of New Yawk. D' offer be most appreciated, Miz Archer, but ah think you'd find dat de only way dese seats are goin' be adjusted to fit me iz by adjustin' dem right out of de car. Ya pay no worry to it, I be used to goin' places I don't quite fit."<br/><br/>The smaller woman was a puzzle, one he mulled over in his mind as he watched the remainder of their 'team' pile into their respective vehicles. There would be tension between the self-proclaimed vampire hunter and the vampire - Mordechai himself had no problems with the latter, as<em>voudoun</em>only bore prohibitions against the animate soulbound dead, not those who walked of their own volition. The 'lucky' man with healing gifts would likely demonstrate his usefulness - whoever the so-called 'Agent Mayhew' was, he had 'con man' written all over him. Miss Archer, though, gave nothing away from her dress or mannerisms, and had made no announcement of her skill set during the impromptu meeting. A puzzle indeed.