Jacque had to admit he was rather surprised and pleased by the lack of attention the paparazzi gave him when he walked up to the limousine. Though, he supposed it made sense given that he'd reverted back into his human state. To them, he was probably just some random guy lacking a shirt and shoes, no one would've guessed upon first meeting him that he was actually Leather hide. As he climbed into the limousine however, a few of the paparazzi began questioning who he was, after all, the limousine was meant for members of Delta squad. Jacque ignored the questions and crammed himself into a far corner of the vehicle, his face once more scrunching into a mask of displeasure as he had to hunch over just to avoid hitting his head, "Oh joy, a tiny vehicle that screams look at me. Its like these guys listen to my requests and go, 'Hey, lets do the complete OPPOSITE of what Jacque asks!' Fuckers..." he grumbled, shooting a dirty glare to the people and flashing cameras outside of the limo. Needless to say, Jacque was not a happy man.