"Well it usually works out for me," he grumbled, staring around at the unmoving assassins and then back at the woman with an eyebrow raised. Not that he was completely against the unorthodox mode of transportation, but the whole drunk thing didn't fill him with much confidence. Well, he'd already hit the ground once and survived thanks to her, so he guessed he could do it again. "Uhhh, do you fly or-?" he asked, taking a few hesitant steps towards her but clearly regretting his decision already. If she did fly or whatever, it was going to be much faster than fighting through the waiting ninjas. Heaving a long suffering sigh he held up his arms to let her pick him up and throw him over her shoulder. A little embarrassing, but at least with her carrying him, he knew there wouldn't be a totally weird picture of this in the tabloids- at least not from her camera.