Adrianne zoomed past Zhevon, snagging bits of her dress on some bits of the Taurus as she got on, and tearing bits of her dress off her already. Zhevon looked away at a box of ammunition in as she climbed into the drivers seat, her already very revealing dress was even more revealing, through the ordeals of the mansion. And from getting into the armored car. Zhevon swallowed as he glanced over to Adrianne, to make sure it was proper to look once again. With Catherine resting on the makeshift stretcher in the back, Zhevon took his long hooded coat off. Revealing that he was wearing a fairly plain white dress shirt with a black vest, and black tie. An older, more modest style of clothing. Taking the coat off showed his armored vambraces, which were hiding underneath the sleeves, and showed off his greaves now that the coat wasn't obscuring his legs. A stunstick was strapped to his right thigh, and he wore a belt with numerous small pouches. Zhevon put his scabbard belt back on and adjusted his gas mask and goggles. If one looked closely, they would see four somewhat hidden digital weapons strapped to the bottom of the gas mask. A nasty surprise for anyone engaging the swordsman in close combat.

Zhevon folded his coat and walked over to the driver and passenger seats, placing the coat on the passenger seat. He was careful not to not look down at Adrianne, who was sitting and marveling at the controls. He cleared his throat rather poorly and spoke up, [b]"Adrianne, it might be cold out."[/b] He plainly said, patting the folded coat resting on the passengers seat. He went back to the turret controls just behind the drivers seat and familiarize himself with them when he heard Cath speak up.
[b]"Can one of you give me a weapon to hold at least...? It will make me feel more comfortable and secure at least.”[/b]
Zhevon poked his head down from the turret, [b]"Ah, yes. Um..."[/b] He looked around the interior of the vehicle, finding no weapons. He did have the laspistol stuffed into his pocket, that would have to suffice. He took the laspistol out of from his pants pocket and placed it in her hands, [b]"It isn't much but I don't have anything bigger."[/b]

He climbed back into the turret, and still no reply from Aviza from his last transmission to her. He decided to comm again, repeating, [b]"Aviza, ping us your location. We've borrowed a transport from the garage, we're leaving now."[/b] He poked his head down from the turret once more, looking out the front viewports, [b]"Take us out Adrianne, try and make it slow. We don't know what's out there, if nobody knows we're leaving, I don't want to alert them with the engine roaring."[/b]