Greg watched the other man practically bounce out of his building, rolling his eyes in response. As he listened to the rattling, he adjusted himself in the seat, tucking his prosthetic back so his foot could reach the pedals more easily. Ray would probably be pissed at him for driving without practice supervision, but he was too damn cautious about everything.
And it wasn't like he could walk.
"I thought you were wanting me to be the lady tonight, Jack," He smirked a little, turning in his seat to face him. "Or are our plans changing?"