Relief. The humor was well received and even answered. Though he'd beg to differ on the pathetic-ness or even desperation of either of their pretty situations in the general area of their face. He climbed into Apollo 13 and buckled up, click it or ticket, California, and adjusted himself in such a way as to become comfortable now, instead of later. They had at least a forty minute drive with how traffic was acting up. Vince pulled out his handy dandy iPhone and tapped the google freeway map.
"It wasn't red last I checked coming down the elevator." Said he, positioning the device for mutual viewing pleasure betwixt them. "So maybe we'll get lucky... but is anyone ever really lucky in l.a. traffic?"
As if to answer them, the universe honked a horn remotely somewhere behind them. A screech followed. It could be assumed that within the realm of that 'out there' sound, it was to do, indeed, with traffic and the disgruntled, pent up aggression of l.a. drivers. He raised both his brows; had he heard it, too?