Much as she hated to admit it, she couldn't get that guy to a hospital on her own. She was still learning her way around the city, for one, although that was nothing a GPS couldn't fix. Getting there by herself with an unconscious man who weighed more than she did wasn't really feasible.
That meant she was going to have to deal with him for a little longer.
Skye rolled her eyes at the moral crack. "Please, like I've never hotwired a care before." There was a big difference between grand theft auto and murder in her book. Besides, there wasn't really another option here, not if she wanted to get this guy some help.