Both of them made the driver nervous. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel the entire ten to fifteen minutes it took him to get to the destination. He didnt know why the skinny guy was covered in blood but he wasn't going to protest, because something in homegirl's eyes said she would rip him to shreads if he asked.
The apartment was only a few flights up, luckily too late in the night for there to be anyone really out to see. He pointed in the right directions, talking a lot and moving all at once took a lot of energy. He handed her the keys as they came to the door. He wasn't going go through that again when everything inside him was ready to shutdown and reboot.