"You're not seeming especially invulnerable right now. Not with that hangover, and those bags under your eyes." Vincent retorts calmly, even though his own head is still pounding.
He looks back over the seat at Dolemeck. "Huh... well, it looks good on you at least." He looks at the money. "We need shoes. And probably more clothing." He gets out of the car and points out a local shop once he spots one.
"You said something about the trunk?"
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