"Ain't got nothin' to do but hang tight," Gray says. He shifts in his seat a bit, trying to get comfortable before they hit another bump that sends him into blinding agony. But he knows he's safer now. Maybe not safe period, because he's starting to believe there is no such thing as really and truly safe in a world like this one, but safer. Safe enough.
Headed for medics. That's good. He's not near as bad off as when he was shot, he can tell that. Once he'd been shot, everything had gone hazy. Real hazy. His ears had been ringing; the doctor told him he'd hit his head too hard when he went down. But there was a clear today's the day I die. And he remembers that it wasn't afraid. It was tight and careful.
As they're getting closer, he says, "You know... not that I'm plannin' to shuffle on off into the bright fuckin' light or anything but if y'all want to play my funeral for practise I reckon that'd be just fine." Although to be fair, that is a pretty high chance, even if he isn't planning on it. He looks over at Rodeo and then he lifts his chin towards the Greenbelt ahead of them. "You're a hell of a driver, son. Coulda used you when I got shot before the world went to shit."