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Everything seemed to happen so fast; between the tugging release of his hoodie as he watched the drunk stumble a few steps to the side and the firm but slim grasp around his arm, Virgil was nearly dizzy with the flurry of activity. Still, his brain is quick enough to processes the woman's words and he turns to follow, being tugged along as she drags him towards a vehicle. It's almost embarrassing how quick and steady she is on her feet compared to him right now- and she's even wearing heels if the sound against the pavement is anything to go by.

It's not until he's being pushed into the backseat the he realizes he recognizes this person. A brief flash of her standing in a doorway in a dressing gown passes through his mind just as the car door shuts and a moment later she's in the driver's seat and they're taking off. Moving to peer out the window, he watches as the drunken men shouting and flipping them off as they drive away, waiting until they're nothing but dark shadows before he sits back.

"Yeah," he answers quietly, still trying to catch his breath after the rather frightening experience. Virgil looks forward towards the woman behind the wheel, meeting her familiar gaze in the mirror. Suddenly uncomfortable, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, keeping the loose fabric away from his body. He'd been sure he'd never run into the woman again, let alone in the state he was in, and yet here they were in a car together. "Virgil," he answers, keeping his gaze out the window, though it flicks back to the mirror for a moment. "And you?" An awkward clear of his throat. "Sorry, I guess I should have asked the first time. Didn't think I'd ever see you again."