"Someone tipped me off...?" he echoes. That would explain why they had come looking for the real briefcase so quickly. He had thought he would have more time even with the unexpected interruptions. It goes a small way to salvaging his stung pride, but in the end, he'd still failed to uphold his end of the deal. He lets his head loll against the window with a tired sigh. What a night this has been.

By the time they pull up, his head's starting to drift. Fading adrenaline, shock setting in, and loss of blood send his thoughts spiralling towards a black hole from whose edge he's barely stopping himself from falling into. He couldn't sass the medic even if he wanted to.

"Don' worry," he says faintly. "Met a witch doctor once...who nearly cursed me when I...tried to flip her skirt..."

He passes out before he can finish the thought.