"Just start driving," Errol told the cab driver when the man asked. They could figure out a location later; getting as much distance between themselves and Arkham was the most important thing on his mind. Some time between the cab pulling up and sitting down, his pistols had been slipped back into their upsleeve holsters. He finally allowed himself to sink back into his seat.
Before he could start in on the questions he most wanted to ask--starting with What the hell were you thinking--they needed to find somewhere to lay low, if only to set his mind at ease. At least one of them needed to have some sense of self-preservation. "We need to go somewhere safe where they won't think to look for you." His immediate thought was his own apartment, but after she'd seen him barrelling down the street towards here with guns in his hands, ready to commit wholescale slaughter, he was fairly sure that she might have objections to that idea.