The piggyback wasn't Bobbi's first choice of accommodation and the ride was a bumpy one, but it was nice to be mobile again. Between hauling ass through the crowd and shouting obscenities at bystanders, she mused, "We can still catch him at this rate. If he came ready to lay explosives on escape and not banking on being able to outrun us; there must be something extra valuable at stake for him." As she was dumped into the car, she offered to the victim of their theft a bright (as she could manage), "Thank you! You are an asset to your country!" in French that she could only hope he understood better than English, but probably not as well as Waving Gun. Not that it mattered much; she didn't wait to take in his reaction, but dutifully clipped on her seat belt just as they roared their way out of the crowd.
"Drive 200 meters and turn left," she dictated in her lightest navigational robot voice. "Drive incredibly fast and dangerously through traffic until the road ends and you are ruining the landscaping of a public park area. Then turn right. Hey!" The interjection wasn't part of Bobbi's instructions; she just happened to glance up just as something planted itself squarely within ramming parameters. Something because it wore big, floppy dog ears and strange little horns, and nothing else but smudgy spots. Unwavering, it planted its hands on their new transportation's hood the moment it was close enough and shouted in German at them. Why couldn't you go anywhere without someone trying to shill a cause to you? The state of the world today. It was a damn shame. "I will bleed all over you and your nudity!" Bobbi threatened, in English now because she wasn't interested in a rational discourse with the publicly naked and strange, leaning out her window to wave him the hell on.