"Hm," Joel said in reply to Bouncer. "Guess we're taking a cab, then." He looked back at Fox Girl, who seemed skeptical. Fair enough, but he doubted going over the whole convoluted plot again would help. 

"Does it matter?" Joel asked, "I don't know who either of you are either, but you're running around in silly costumes and seem invested in this," He waved his hand, "[i]Thing[/i]. If you don't trust me enough to come with, that's fair, but I'm not gonna' let this shit keep happening to innocent people. The people behind this made me into something I'm not, just like they did to all those miserable fucks back there." He gestured back towards the way they came. "So I'm going to do something about it." 

Joel paused to glance around at their surroundings until he spotted a yellow cab. He waved it down and, by something short of a miracle, it stopped. "Hey," Joel opened the back to climb in, "South Wood Street, the pain clinic." 

The cabbie looked at him from the rear view mirror, an eyebrow raised. "Mask and cape shit costs extra," He said dully. 

Joel rolled his eyes and groaned, "Fine."