Oh, that's right. He chews his lip, mind flipping through every safe house and bolt hole within a few miles of here.

...Where IS 'here' anyway? He supposes that would be rude to ask, but the worst that Greed can do is blow him off, right?

"Um, where are we right now? I don't want to make you drive halfway across the city if I can help it," he says sheepishly.