Kobae felt awry. He felt like he had kinks in his head and he had gnawed on his finger nails a little. So, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a standard flask and took some in. He thought about laying his coat down, but refrained. He did sit down, and he held onto his liquor while he sat and looked at Shadow, saying, "I'm puzzled. A perfectionist one shot kill artist told me there's money here," he stopped. "Aw forget about it. I don't have a vampire terrorist in my car. It's an old slug. Me and the guy got into a fight, and it was like a war. I'm talking Clash of the Titans. And, I've been in a lot of fucking fights. Easy to see, I killed him."