Quintus was satisfied to let Molly do her thing. It was his motto, generally. She was going to do it anyway, so might as well step back and keep the flames off your sleeve. Her thrown brick was quick and efficient, though he vaguely suspected if she ever accidentally hit him he'd "accidentally" toss her out of a 4 story window, even if she was fun to drink with. 

Didn't matter now, they now had a ride. Quintus walked up to the passenger side as the civilian bravely but stupidly poked out of his piece of shit hole he called an apartment and started shouting. Quintus just glanced at him for the briefest moment, before raising his fist, back still to the civvie, and lifted his middle finger. 

With that, he kicked the trunk open, grabbed Cho-Tyrek by the scruff of his collar and the back of his shirt, and slung him in there. He slammed the trunk shut, unslung his rifle again and took shotgun. In a hostile CZ he would have shattered the window with his elbow and fixed his rifle on the sill and made himself comfortable, but they still needed a modicum of civility if they didn't want to be chased throughout the entire planet, so he simply switched the safety off, cracked the tinted windows, and waited for Molly to revv it up. 

"Are seat belts securely fastened?" Molly asked facetiously. 

"Somehow, I don't think it'll matter." Quintus said back, matching her satirical, cheery tone.  

[hider]Taking a stress to give Molly an extra dice[/hider]