"I would not."  Ghent sat up straighter, offended by the remark he knew to be (somewhat) true. It didn't help that Miles was in complete agreement with Elayra. Even with the knife held to his throat, the drunkard managed to scoff at Ghent's denial, liquor on his breath. 
	Seeing that no one was taking him seriously with the gun, Ghent lowered the weapon, hands clammy with sweat. The gun wasn't needed, Elayra had Miles well at her mercy. Though he'd never admit it, Ghent felt better pointing the barrel [i]away[/i] from the man. The gun didn't make him feel safer, he felt uneasy with it. 	
	The windshield wipers continued to tick back and forth. Grumbling underneath his breath, Ghent sank back into the seat, clothes damp from the rain. "I've seen my share of battles and blood," he huffed. Video games and movies probably didn't count, but Elayra didn't have to know that. She probably didn't know either existed.
	"You haven't seen anything, boy." Miles sounded as if he spoke from experience. The man focused on reading the blonde, trigger finger twitching. There was a dangerous, hardened look in Elayra's eyes. A look that was more than enough to backup her threats. Unnerved by the hostility, Miles inched back, only to feel the blade pushed closer to his neck. Moving a second time could prove disastrous. 
	Stiffening, Miles growled lowly, furious that the tables be turned. "Thought Featherhead already introduced me?" He used the nickname he'd overheard, earning an insulted 'hey!' from Ghent. 
	"Name's Miles...in this world, anyway..." The drunkard trailed off, growing distant until the next question struck a nerve. "I'm not after[i] you,[/i]" he corrected, clenching both fists. "I'm after the [i]portal![/i] And I don't follow orders from that witch!"
	Ghent flinched, startled by the venom in the response. Constantly fearing that this would turn into a crime scene, he wondered if the heated answers (or lack thereof) would be enough satisfy Elayra. [i]Probably not.[/i]
	Miles grit his teeth, struggling to keep his tempter in check throughout the process of answering. "For years, I've been searching...[i]waiting[/i]...trying to find one blasted portal."
	Ghent considered all that had been said so far. Despite being incredulous most times, he wasn't having trouble believing the man. This was a shock, to be sure, but it didn't take much imagination to picture Miles in Wonderland. Drust was crazy, Miles was crazy. [i]Elayra's crazy.[/i] Ghent reminded himself, eyeing the dagger that was one push away from drawing blood. The thought was enough for him to advert his gaze.[i] Or maybe [b]I'm[/b] crazy for going with them. [/i]
	"You ask an awful lot of questions." Miles grunted, eyes darting towards the window. A car sped past, putting him on edge until the vehicle was well gone.
	After the threat had passed, Miles continued, clenching his fists again to prevent his hands from shaking. "You're obviously brighter than that one," he referred to Ghent, unafraid of saying so. Aside from Wonderland, insulting Ghent was the only thing he had in common with the girl. "So you've likely figured that out by now. I'm a World Jumper...or I used to be, until [i]she[/i] came along."