Carlos felt rather bad for the... older woman? Carlos had to admit, he wasn't sure how young or old his escapee partner was. Image as Designed, the plastic surgery chain, was capable of doing anything these days thanks to the Ultor corporation. One thing was certain, those eyes, they were hardened. They'd seen things. They were filled with experiences he couldn't imagine. He didn't want to add to that.

Yes, he was a coward.

He didn't want to tell her. He dreaded telling her about the old church the Saints once called home, nor did he want to let her know that her gang had disbanded after doing their job of ridding the streets of gangs only to be replaced by even more vicious gangs months later. He rather suspected that this hard ass woman would prefer a bullet in her gut to hearing what had happened while she had been in a coma.

Carlos offered the hardened gangster a ludicrously shy wave that did not befit his toned athletic physique and claims of being a hardened criminal. He trotted towards the parking lot and removed a long flat object and inserted it into the seam between driver's side window and door. What he did not have in terms of vicious blood thirstiness he definitely made up in finesse. With a few deft moves there was a distinctive click.