Villiam had to silently appreciate the vehicle that pulled up to pick the group up. The machine was a work of art, and if anybody could look over a machine to enjoy its mechanics and aesthetics, it was definitely him. In fact he specifically waited for everyone else to board first, just so he could enjoy the visual stimulation of this gorgeous automobile for a bit longer. He took it all in and instantly began to theorize what sort of parts and pieces went under that hood. He could delay no longer though and stepped inside.

The interior was well designed, but the poison spirit just didn't hold the same attention to it. This was more an interior decorator's dream, not a mechanic's. Impressive yes, but not his kind of impressive. Then the bandaged lagomorpha demon shut the doors and took off, while saying something about switching drivers for a longer trip. V distinctly heard the annoying drunken grumblings of Grog calling out how [i]he[/i] could drive the vehicle once healed and the spirit gained an instant sense of panic and dread. [i]He cannot be allowed to take this magnificent machine's wheel at any cost! We'll crash in a fireball of despair within seconds![/i]

[color=purple]"Pardon me, miss Weaver,"[/color] he said, remembering Barkeep's name of their driver. [color=purple]"I have all of my faculties in check right now, both physical and mental. I would be quite proud to have the opportunity to assist in the driving and general upkeep of your vehicle."[/color]