Kevin raised an eyebrow when Zara got his attention. She apologized, and he shrugged. She offered him her best excuse and he just chuckled. "It's not all it's cracked up to be... There's at least two of us in my head right now... Sometimes Coyote has fuckin' parties in there... Control is relative anyway..." he wasn't going to sit down and try to explain things, but he didn't need his new friend envying his apparent self-control when he wasn't convinced it was him doing the controlling. Coyote seemed at least as crazy as he was sometimes, he just couldn't tell who was driving the bus when things got hairy.

Kevin took the time Zara spent checking her bike, to cursorily inspect the other dead bodies, looking for more ammunition or magazines. He didn't find much of anything, though, and shrugged when she asked if he was good. "Good is relative, but let's get out of here before the vultures show up." he replied, double-checking his gear was strapped on tight before he hopped on the bike. Then his companion said she wanted to make a stop, and he shrugged, even though she wouldn't be able to see it. "Sure, as long as it's not going to get me killed..." he figured that meant most places were safe, since it took a lot to kill him. Then again, sometimes it seemed like it didn't take all that much to kill him. A big enough spike through the heart, to slow him down, and then chop off his head and put it on an equally large spike. Assuming no one messed with his body after that, and he'd die. Eventually. He shuddered a little at that thought, and pushed it away. He thought about cake for a while, clearing his mind of everything else, and after he didn't know how long, he managed to focus on their surroundings again. Then he started wondering where they were going...