Jacque sucked in a sharp breath as two more of the team joined him in the vehicle. As the limo had moved a bit with the added weight Jacque had the misfortune of bumping his dislocated shoulder against the interior. Jacque stifled a string of profanity through clenched teeth and looked down at the injured limb, 'Oh yea this shit needs to stop. Like, now.'. Jacque let out yet another heavy sigh, at this point losing count of how many times he'd preformed the action within the last 24 hours, "So...if i'm going to be trapped in this thing with you people for god knows how long, would one of you be so kind as to fix my shoulder? I figure at least one of you knows how to do it." .