Charlie breathes out - shit, that stings doesn't it - and lets his foot ease off the gas. It's an oddly jerky motion from the adrenaline, the sedan lagging in fits and starts. "What that? No, surely not." He laughs a little, but quickly sobers because his side aches and because the blokes they'd been working with hadn't been a bad sort, had they?

Just to be safe he steers the car around a few more turns before pulling it over, banging unceremoniously up onto the curb with a grumbled little string of swears. The street is empty, dark save a lone light at the far corner. Charlie peels his fingers from the wheel and, after a bit of fumbling where he can't get his fingers into quite the right shape, pops open the driver's side door . "Alright love, your turn. I can't drive for shit."